On a cool weekday earlier in May this year, having driven for miles to synchronise existential thoughts to musical rhythm, alongside a fine tapestry of sounds created by Erik Satie, Herbert Pixner, Evgeny Grinko, Estas Tonne and others, I found myself meandering along chords that lend themselves to such peripatetic philosophical pursuits. I finally arrived…
Tag: the itinerant’s plan b
The order of the spiral
Equiangularity in nature ~ Rethinking a philosophy in life Time has certainly moved on from a place of incipient chaos and uncertainty to one of order and hope, although this wouldn’t appear to be the case with current events seemingly spiraling out of control. This schema of perception itself serves nothing except to create…
Revisiting Sidney Lanier’s ‘Hymns of the Marshes’ in Mill Creek Marsh
Before Spring at Mill Creek Marsh, Atlantic Cedar Stumps Graveyard It was a sunny Sunday and a walk through an emerald green oasis in the middle of suburban concrete made for poetic respite. Parking was so very easy, for not many people visit this area on any given day, but it…
Locating spirit in community through sewing a straight line ======
The situation since January 2020 concerning Personal Protective Equipment (PPE) was very dismal, especially for health workers that were in the midst of treating people infected with the novel corona virus (nCoV) or SARS-CoV-2. When the United States experienced an N 95 respirator crisis earlier this year, it was quite painful to see the…
Remembering, while on the precipice of change – Lockdown Essays
Tangled branches ~ DES A strange world it appears to be now, on the precipice of change. A few months hence, everything will perhaps be unrecognizable from what it has been before; the way we work, the way we relate, the way we live. At this point of time as a socially distant being, I…
A walk with Ali Farka Touré, the farmer who communed with spirits
As I walked out of a mental quagmire of assimilated media assertions, booming statistics, opinions and analyses of the dire situation the world faces, I realised I missed my grandmother’s 4th death anniversary in April. My brother spent a good five minutes in a welcome, but guilt inducing conversation that he most definitely revelled in,…
