FERN HILL Dylan Thomas Now as I was young and easy under the apple boughs About the lilting house and happy as the grass was green, The night above the dingle starry, Time let me hail and climb Golden in the heydays of his eyes, And honoured among wagons I was prince of the apple […]
Entries Tagged as 'Honest Reflections'
Dylan Thomas & Mike Breen: Together @ Last
March 10th, 2011 · Comments Off on Dylan Thomas & Mike Breen: Together @ Last · Character, Honest Reflections, Honesty & Candor, Spiritual Journey
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The heartbeat of the Old South.
March 9th, 2011 · Comments Off on The heartbeat of the Old South. · Honest Reflections, Literature
William Faulkner, marvelously complex and yet relentlessly simple at the same time, was a master of observation and melancholy. The haunting paragraph that opens the second chapter (“June second 1910”) of The Sound and the Fury lingers in the fog of the hours: “When the shadow of the sash appeared on the curtains it was between […]
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The Journey Continues
December 3rd, 2010 · Comments Off on The Journey Continues · Honest Reflections, Spiritual Journey
There are times when the road seems to have more than its share of potholes, more twists and turns than one ever expected. Life since turning 50 has been just that for me . . . and Kathi. And that was more than a few summers ago (at least for me). I am reminded of […]
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William Butler Yeats on Tragedy & Joy
February 28th, 2008 · Comments Off on William Butler Yeats on Tragedy & Joy · Honest Reflections, Spiritual Journey, Uncategorized
William Butler Yeats, Irish poet and Nobel Prize for Literature winner, captures my aging sense of the flow of life in this fallen and broken world: “Being Irish, he had an abiding sense of tragedy, which sustained him during temporary periods of joy.” This life is full of thorns and thistles. God didn’t make the […]
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Simon & Garfunkel on a Winter's Day
February 25th, 2008 · Comments Off on Simon & Garfunkel on a Winter's Day · Honest Reflections, Uncategorized
A winter’s day In a deep and dark December; I am alone, Gazing from my window to the streets below On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow. I am a rock, I am an island. I’ve built walls, A fortress deep and mighty, That none may penetrate. I have no need of friendship; friendship […]
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"Life is futile, life is vain . . . "
February 16th, 2008 · Comments Off on "Life is futile, life is vain . . . " · Honest Reflections
The ancient preacher who penned the Book of Ecclesiastes was more than a cynic, he was a wise man who correctly assessed the futility of life. Unlike Faulkner, he did not conclude that life was entirely worthless, nonetheless I think he would have a measure of agreement with the Southern sage: “When the shadow of […]
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Pride, Prejudice, and the Cross
September 29th, 2005 · Comments Off on Pride, Prejudice, and the Cross · Honest Reflections
It’s the day after my third round of chemo, and the days immediately following the poisoning are the worst ones of this dreadful cycle. Even before this round my taste went south again, and a horrid chemical odor fills my nostrils day and night. Escape from the chemical poisoning is impossible right now. I’m beginning […]
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