Just a taste of what’s popping up. In case you were looking for a prompt.
- Anyone else hate raking leaves? Find bagging them’s even worse? A reminder, too, of the tons of snow to be shoveled, all too soon around the corner. Will this be the year we cave in and buy a snow blower, rather than continue by hand?
- Commuting to choir each week requires driving through Belmont. That is, the one in Massachusetts. When folks mention the name, it could as easily refer to the one here in New Hampshire, up in the Lakes Region. Or, in my past, the neighborhood where I grew up in Ohio, going all the way through Belmont Elementary and High.
- Sometimes on that commute, the GPS sends us through some exclusive neighborhoods. We note the tonier neighborhoods are dominated by slate roofs.
- As a midday meal, it’s hard to beat fresh mussels and a baguette.
- So many things have to be taken at a leisurely pace, doled out over time.
- Would love to hit weekend morning dim sum in Boston’s Chinatown again. The restaurant basement function rooms fill with 250 or more diners as a dozen carts of delicacies pass your table. Pick something, if you wish, or wait for the next. Nothing in English, and no prices in sight. Just what’s in that steamed bamboo dish? The total for this “Chinese fast-food tapas” turns out to be about what we’d pay for breakfast at McDonald’s.
- Another unanticipated side of my Motets: the close connection between religion and politics, or at least social responsibility.
- Did Quaker culture essentially fail to address the earthy side of life? Could we have become all too refined?
- Guiding and teaching a new generation – a swami at last. Or whatever you want to call the guru or elder or abbot.
- What are we really afraid of? Really afraid of?