Category: MayBE 2019

  • MayBE: an ending and a beginning.

    The Journey It takes a special energy, over and above one’s creative potential, a special audacity or subversiveness, to strike out in a new direction once one is settled. It is a gamble as all creative projects must be, for the new direction may not turn out to be productive at all. ― Oliver Sacks,…

  • MayBE 2019: Day Thirty-One

    mayBE 2019: day 31 THE MORE LOVING ONE by W.H. Auden Looking up at the stars, I know quite well That, for all they care, I can go to hell, But on earth indifference is the least We have to dread from man or beast. How should we like it were stars to burn With…

  • MayBE 2019: Day Thirty

    MayBE 2019: May 30 We are inundated with advice on where to travel to, but we hear little of why and how we should go, even though the art of travel seems naturally to sustain a number of questions neither so simple nor so trivial, and whose study might in modest ways contribute to an…

  • MayBE 2019: Day Twenty-Nine

    MayBE 2019: Day 29 Light and Heat. At dawn, the world rises out of darkness, slowly sense-grain by grain, as if from sleep. Life becomes visible once again. ‘When it is dark, it seems to me as if I were dying and I can’t think anymore,” Claude Monet once lamented.”More light!” Goethe begged from his…

  • MayBE 2019: Day Twenty-Eight

    MayBE 2019: Day 28 I had an inheritance from my father, It was the moon and the sun. And though I roam all over the world, The spending of it’s never done.” ― Ernest Hemingway, For Whom the Bell Tolls Sometimes I bribe my kids in an unusual and on closer thought, maybe even in…

  • MayBE 2019: Day Six.

    MayBE 2019: Day 6. Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said: “one can’t believe impossible things.” “I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” Alice in Wonderland,…

  • MayBE 2019: Day Four.

    I love the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. Not too hot. Not too cold. Just right. Goldilocks herself used to annoy me. This blond-haired entitled child that had no concern for private property and personal belongings. But then I gave it some more thought because on the other hand, she knew exactly what…

  • MayBe 2019. Day One.

    She said that I am an “Ambassador of Possibility.” I was equally flattered and grateful for the compliment. She described what she meant in a positive light when it came to how I live in possibility, and not the type where you are waiting for the other shoe to drop and expecting the worst. So…