The AtHome Pilgrim
- Philly area, Pennsylvania, USA
- "Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita," I find myself still asking some of the same questions I did when I was just a punk kid. The Big Things confuse me. Fortunately, though, many little things delight and amuse me, and some Big Things--my wife, our kids, our bird and bunny visitors, food, baseball--make me very, very happy. In my pilgrimage, I try to be guided by the wisdom of dear old Auntie Mame: "Life is a banquet!"
MY RECENT POSTS
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July 24, 2013 05:28AM
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June 18, 2013 09:26AM
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- Points of Contact (Little
Kate's Open Call)
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- “I console myself with
the thought that they're not
July 13, 2013 08:31AM
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Moving. Moving as all hell.
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Which is not
meant to imply that the rest
July 13, 2013 08:23AM
- “First off, he was
the crazy one! Both he's.
maybe just really,
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sordid lot of louts we
really think the
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- Outside Sites
- Things Historical
- Things Natural
- Things Philosophical
- Things Baseball
It's Friday, so it's time for a little diversion.
A couple of weekends ago, my wife and I (and our younger son) were visiting our older son, now out on his own. As we sat around gabbing one day, Son 1 started us going with the old "What 10 movies would… Read full post »
This morning, as is now customary, I sat in the blue easy chair in our family room and looked out for a while at the backyard and the trees beyond. Looking out on the growing spring green through the window glass called to mind a scene from our favorite version of… Read full post »
Looking out at the white birch tree in our backyard this morning, I realized that for some months now I’ve been completely misperceiving it. All winter, while sitting in the family room to read and journal, I’d look from time to time at a particular section of the white birch tree in… Read full post »
Setting: A suburban backyard on a sunny morning in spring.
The Hunter: A male (probably) Cooper's hawk
The Hunted: A rock dove, or feral pigeon, of indeterminate (and now irrelevant) gender
Background Note: For the past two ye… Read full post »
My wife showed me a YouTube video she had been sent by a friend. It shows a group of dancers who enter, unannounced, the main hall of Antwerp's central train station and begin dancing to the song “Do-Re-Mi” from The Sound of Music. Along with good unison dancing, the video shows the… Read full post »
Soon after waking up today, when I looked out the back window, I saw three squirrels already bustling around the bird feeder. Squirrels, it seems, eat constantly.
Many people who have bird feeders want to discourage squirrels from taking the seed they put out for birds. They get specially made feeder… Read full post »
Another thing I wrote some weeks ago but finally have a place for.
Opening Day, thank God, is on the horizon. Last Sunday, while en route somewhere in the car, I popped an exhibition game on the radio and listened to an inning or two of relaxed banter interspersed with game… Read full post »
Something I wrote a couple of weeks ago. We're deeper into spring now, so this moment has passed, but the feeling remains.
The lush abundance of a summer garden in bloom is intoxicating. But nothing gladdens the heart like the welcome burst of spring flowers, in part because many rise abov… Read full post »
Last year, after many years of overwork and high-on-the-“quantify-your-stress”-chart family changes, I took my wife’s suggestion to address my long-neglected spirit. I read daily in some of her spiritual books, joined her in watching some online talks by spiritual teachers, and trie… Read full post »