The AtHome Pilgrim

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AtHomePilgrim

AtHomePilgrim
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Philly area, Pennsylvania, USA
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Searchers
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"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!"

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AUGUST 23, 2011 9:10AM

I'm Your Wardrobe, Baby

I’m your wardrobe, baby,
I’m all you’re ever gonna need.

Like a stout rain hat, honey,
I protect your precious head.
Like a flashy silk scarf, darling,
I caress your so-nice neck.
Like a cashmere sweater, sweetie,
I warm your beating heart.
Like a cool linen blouse, baby,
I let your… Read full post »
AUGUST 21, 2011 11:24AM

My Small Joy (Torman’s Open Call)

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(Works like chocolate.)  

 

Words © 2011 AtHome Pilgrim.

All Rights Reserved. Read full post »

AUGUST 20, 2011 8:35AM

Gentle Dawn Down by the River

Scattered cars errand early,

cruising freely on drive that

soon will be more stop than go.

 

Steady oars break smooth water,

rhythmic dip disturbs calm air,

scullers mindful of muscle.

 

Walker passes stray joggers,

lightly trodden path mereRead full post »

. . . When (Monday evening about 8:00) and Where (in the supermarket parking lot) and How (Dead Battery) It Did. 

1.         If it had died last week, we’d have been forced to spend Mrs. P’s few days off dealing with it, or we would have been rRead full post »

AUGUST 17, 2011 11:15AM

"I'll Be Back"

Late-morning sun streamed in the window, lighting patches of skin that were not covered by a piece of sheet or a part of the other’s limb. Both were purring, a languorous, synchronized hum, as the gentle air cooled their recently heated bodies, the scent of honeysuckle from outside mingling witRead full post »

A heavily reworked first version: 

The double morning rush (more stumbling really):
Strapping youths loop bags over necks,
Hands free for reading, hanging on
(Simultaneous departure a rare event . . .             

Morning rush: boysRead full post »

AUGUST 10, 2011 9:16AM

My First Post Evah OC

May 21, 2009 5:39 p.m.

Where I Live, and What I Live For (with apologies to HDT) 

 

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 ofRead full post »

AUGUST 9, 2011 8:50AM

We Need Nature

Think of the gleaming steel, glass, and plastic visions of the future that populate many science fiction movies and novels—the heavenly airiness of Sky City of The Empire Strikes Back, the constant bustle of the multileveled city planet Coruscant in the awful Stars Wars prequel trilogy, or (morRead full post »

AUGUST 7, 2011 10:15AM

Hard Work Rewarded

“It was like a graduation,” the twenty-year-old woman said. It was the graduation they’d never had—until yesterday. 

Yesterday, Mrs. P and her colleagues hosted a celebration honoring a couple dozen of the adult students who had taken classes or attended tutoring sessionsRead full post »

AUGUST 6, 2011 10:11AM

How I Unknowingly Frightened Someone

The other morning, I had the singular experience of scaring someone. As I am both wimp and coward, this event was notable. As the victim was not a deer or a mourning dove, my usual skittish sufferers, it was downright shocking. It happened like this. 

After my morning walk, I hoppedRead full post »

The walk one morning last week began before dawn, and the loitering night was evident in both the background hum of crickets in place of chirping birds and the brightness of the sliver of a moon, brilliant enough to reveal a gray hole—the remainder of the moon’s circle—blotting outRead full post »

Two weeks ago, I wrote three posts about approaches to past, present, and future from a somewhat abstract perspective, philosophizing (blathering?) about what each can mean spiritually. This is the third of three posts that take a different approach to past, present, and future, that try to explain hRead full post »

JULY 30, 2011 8:19AM

“In”: Moments of Now

Two weeks ago, I wrote three posts about approaches to past, present, and future from a somewhat abstract perspective, philosophizing (blathering?) about what each can mean spiritually. This is the second of three posts that take a different approach to past, present, and future, that try to explainRead full post »

JULY 27, 2011 9:47AM

“From”: Absorbing the Past

Two weeks ago, I wrote three posts about approaches to past, present, and future from a somewhat abstract perspective, philosophizing (blathering?) about what each can mean spiritually. This is the first of three posts that take a different approach to past, present, and future, that try to explain hRead full post »

Editor’s Pick
JULY 25, 2011 6:51PM

Baby Deer Sighting

 Not much to say about this. Just that they’re adorable.    

Deer 1 

 

 Deer 2

 

Deer 3  

 

Kinda worried about them, actually. They seem pretty small for this late in the year. 

 

Words and pictures © 2011 AtHome PilRead full post »

“Attach,”
you said, Buddhism never quite
sitting well with you
(was spirit in mind?),
and as loneliness (though familiar)
never quite sat well
with me, I
attached.

Engaged,
two scant years later,
mutually confirming joint
understanding (perhaps we truly do
relive past transmutations
of turning… Read full post »

Lincoln was unable to sleep the Sunday night of the fighting at First Bull Run. Restless in the darkened White House, he sat down to draft a plan for the rest of the war. It included orders for the volunteer soldiers to “be constantly drilled, disciplined and instructed.” He resolved toRead full post »

Sunday, July 21, 1861, was, many Washingtonians of means and society thought, a lovely day for a picnic. And what better way to enjoy the repast than to watch the magnificent Union army under General Irwin McDowell rout the Rebel army at Manassas and end the pesky war? So they packedRead full post »

On June 26, 1861, the New York Tribune gave voice to a growing sentiment in the North: “The Nation's War-Cry! Forward to Richmond!  Forward to Richmond!  Forward to Richmond! The Rebel Congress must not be allowed to meet there on the 20th of July!  By That Date The Place MuRead full post »

JULY 17, 2011 8:32AM

Working Now for a Desired Future

Eckhart Tolle says forget the past, don’t dwell on past mistakes, because doing so creates pain. Similarly, he advises to avoid focusing on the future—don’t yearn for future happiness and don’t worry about possible future failures. Live in the Now.  

Can’t alwaRead full post »

What’s past, of course, is prologue. What is to be is a vast, uncertain shore (hopefully not Lincoln’s dark and indefinite one, though, in truth, that is the only certainty of our future). All we have is the present. All we can do anything about is right now. While our pastRead full post »

JULY 14, 2011 11:41AM

Remembrance of Things Past

While I have gained much from reading Eckhart Tolle and others who write about the importance of living in the present moment, one aspect of this approach bothers me. They frequently warn that living in the past is futile, even damaging because you can only live in the Now, the presentRead full post »

What follows is part of my grandmother’s memories, recorded when she was in her eighties. The first four parts described life in Sicily on an almond farm and coming to America; part 4, here, has links to the first three. Parts 5, 6, and 7 (with links to the first twoRead full post »

What follows is part of my grandmother’s memories, recorded when she was in her eighties. The first four parts described life in Sicily on an almond farm and coming to America; part 4, here, has links to the first three. Parts 5, 6, and 7 (with links to the first twoRead full post »

What follows is part of my grandmother’s memories, recorded when she was in her eighties. The first four parts described life in Sicily on an almond farm and coming to America; part 4, here, has links to the first three. Parts 5, 6, and 7 (with links here at part 7)Read full post »