Ted Seymour - Explorations of Truth
I’m finally returning. Not home, but to myself. I’m in London where I’ve been, outside of that 3 day jaunt to Belgium, for the past couple of weeks. I had been struggling some lately, some of which you may have read about here as regards a lack of ground (see “Losing Ground“), as well as […]
It’s time for me to leave my home again. As many of you know, I rent my home out often as a vacation rental and since summer is peak season (folks from the ungodly hot Sacramento Valley love coming over to the coast to chill in the summer), for the past couple of years I’ve […]
It’s Christmas eve and I’m having a very lovely and still evening by myself in my home. Earlier in the day I felt some pangs of not wanting to be alone. Funny the effect that Christmas music can have as it lays out all sorts of expectations for what Christmas Day is supposed to look […]
I want to explore a little here about gathering, cultivating and harvesting. Having spent most of my life in cities rather than on a farm or in the country, I didn’t really learn much about gardening and the natural rhythms of life that are mirrored in the cycle of cultivation. I’m noticing in my life […]
I’m sitting here in Bulgaria and over the past day have been feeling homesick – not acutely, but definitely missing my home. Partly it may have to do with the strangeness of the reality of the place I’ve been here, a touristy tacky beach resort called Golden Sands, compared to the incredible natural beauty of […]
I was just eating lunch here at Karma Ling in France, and something sweet and wonderful happened. We spend the first 15 minutes of lunch in silence (which I very much appreciate), and after taking a bite of some veggie stew with rice, I started to tear up. It was predominantly an onion bite, but […]
In the past few weeks, I’ve made special efforts to help others or otherwise go where needed. This included going to a graduation and a dance recital for the dear daughters of a friend, spending hours on the phone and in person with a friend going through some difficult transitions, playing a round of golf […]
Feeling the need for contact. House feels a little large and empty tonight. Not wanting to talk much really, just a little with nice silent spaces between the words or at least between the sentences. Every writer loves a good reader! Enter your email address to receive future posts Leave this field empty if you’re […]