What are your sacraments? Thomas Moore begins chapter 6 of “A Religion of One’s Own” with a quote from Henry David Thoreau. “I find that I conciliate the gods by some sacrament as bathing, or abstemiousness in diet, or rising early, and directly they smile on me. These are my sacraments.” From Thoreau’s book “I to Myself.”

For me, the return of walking the dog after a six-year absence is an instant sacrament. No longer do I listen to podcasts, but rather I reserve my attention for dog and cars.

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make the ordinary come alive

Something to strive for, all of us.

I didn't have my glasses on....


Make the Ordinary Come Alive
Do not ask your children
to strive for extraordinary lives.
Such striving may seem admirable,
but it is a way of foolishness.
Help them instead to find the wonder
and the marvel of an ordinary life.
Show them the joy of tasting
tomatoes, apples, and pears.
Show them how to cry
when pets and people die.
Show them the infinite pleasure
in the touch of a hand.
And make the ordinary come alive for them.
The extraordinary will take care of itself.

credits: poetry by William Martin, The Parent’s Tao Te Ching, image by

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An Old Woman and A Camera

If George still took comments, I’d say job well done

She Kept A Parrot


At the encouragement of a friend, Ray, I took up the camera late in life, as they say.

My interest in photography was fueled by a desire to paint my world as I saw it.

I have little interest in recording life as it appears to the objective eye.

I have experienced quite enough of life in its harsh reality.


I am searching for beauty that is not visible to the naked eye.

The beauty that is hidden from us.

The beauty that we can only see when we are still.

When we search for it beneath the familiar.

I began my adult life as a teacher of young people.

Returning to my teaching job, after an eye exam,

I realized the people were actually on the streets during the day.

They were going about their lives.

I migrated to social work that year.

I loved teaching, but I chafed…

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Art and History from the 70’s

I like learning something new, this fits.

At Home in New Hampshire

Back in the 70’s my grandmother was dating a man who owned a bar in downtown Manchester, NH.  I was very little, but I recall being in the bar and playing with a bowling pin machine.  I also remember all the boxing memorabilia on display.  Turns out the man my grandmother was dating was a former (1920’s) lightweight boxer named Louis Prince.

Prince wasn’t the best boxer in the area but he did go up against some local big names including a man named Johnny Harko.  Harko, also from Manchester, would twice be named New England Featherweight Champion.

Both men had short boxing careers and went on to do other things.  In the 1970’s, Louis ran a bar and Johnny opened a glass making studio both in the same city of Manchester.  Were John and Louis friends? We know they knew each other. Did Harko frequent Louis’ bar?  Perhaps one…

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