Posted by: roughwighting | February 20, 2015

Sun Salutations

Boston, blizzard, snow, Sudan Licht

Photo thanks to Susan Licht (http://lichtyears.com/)

The outlook is bleak for millions of us as we peer outside our windows. We now live in a gray and white world.

I’m begging for some color. So I go inside to my imagination. Isn’tsnow, birds, New England, blizzard that the place we all should enter, when life becomes too monochromatic?

I want sun, no, I NEED sun like the birds and the bees and all the flowers (not) on the trees… Ah ha, I know what I’ll do. Read More…

Posted by: roughwighting | February 13, 2015

Unpeeling

tangerine, unpeelingUnpeeling a tangerine

So much work for a taste of heaven,

But that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it?

 

Using the fingernail to make a cut

Pulling aside the tough harsh skin

A waft of sweetness, the aroma of sex

Surrounds us like love, like life. Read More…

Posted by: roughwighting | February 6, 2015

Maurice, Maurice! MAURICE!!

MauricewreathI love Christmas as much as the next, but by early-February, I’m ready for Valentine’s. Or better yet, spring.

However, in New England, I notice that many people still can’t give up Christmas, even in February.

When I brave the cold and snow and ice on my daily walks, I count the wreaths on the front doors of holiday stalwarts who seem to refuse to let Christmas go.dead wreath Read More…

Posted by: roughwighting | January 30, 2015

Doing It Daily

pianist, practiceBack in the old days, people were encouraged to attend to daily prayers. Not just encouraged, bullied into it almost. So I have a hard time with the idea of “daily writing.” I’ll write when I damn well please, thank you very much.

But then I think of pianists. They need to play the piano, daily, for weeks and months and years to become merely proficient in their musicianship, much less able to say that they’re accomplished pianists.Tom Brady, Super Bowl, quarterback, New England Patriots

I watched the NFL playoffs this month with open-mouthed awe and listened to the stories of some of these incredible players. They became incredible by natural ability and then hours of daily practice throwing the ball, lifting weights, running sprints, building “kicking legs” and “tackling arms” since they were pre-teens. Day after day, month after month, year after year. Whether a quarterback, a wide receiver, or an offensive lineman, these guys only made it in their profession by spending their life – practicing. Read More…

Posted by: roughwighting | January 23, 2015

Reading the Signs (from Pizzas to Papas to Puppy Dog Tales)

confusing road signsA few days ago my daughter was driving her daughter (my pretty, precocious, learning-to-read 6-year-old granddaughter, that is) to ballet class, but the little girl suddenly shouted “STOP!” to her mom, pointing a finger up as if to the heavens.

My daughter put on the brakes, frantically asking, “What’s the matter?”

“We have to go to PaPa’s house,” S insisted in her 1st grade know-it-all tone.Papa Ginos, pizza Read More…

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