Suffering gladly
‘Tis the season when we’re all wound a tad too tight. But if the festive ribbon is already choking out your cheer, don’t suffer alone.
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‘Tis the season when we’re all wound a tad too tight. But if the festive ribbon is already choking out your cheer, don’t suffer alone.
Has it ever occurred to you what a great many terrible things simply don’t happen? This morning, your car was not stolen by Willie Nelson. You were not eaten by a mountain lion. Your family was not kidnapped by brigands. You were not forced to eat Steakumms soaked in chocolate milk for breakfast. Gator did […]
Many of you are probably aware of the well-received, well-cast World War II film The Great Escape. Fewer of you are likely to remember the campier and marginally more recent Escape from New York. But, those movies, along with Escape from Alcatraz, The Escape Room, and the more simply titled The Escape all have one […]
Sometimes, before we can go forward, we have to look back. Before we can roll, we need to rock back and forth. Or, even better, pile up rocks like pancakes.
It is folly to ignore the cry when Nature calls. Now, get your heads out of the lavatory and out of doors instead. (No, not outhouses, and stop being so silly…for the moment.)
If you’re an artist (and if you’re breathing, this is you), you have influences. If you’re an artist of any caliber, those influences include cats.
Kitty recently told you about Faith. I, too, am here to tell you about Faith. She’s just that important.
Imagine riding shotgun in a blue Ford Explorer on I-95 N, just past Exit 17 for Saugatuck, CT, with a live version of Misunderstanding by Genesis playing on Classic Rewind on SiriusXM. If you’re of an age, or aware for other reasons, you might take a mental trip back to Live Aid, and Phil Collins […]
I used to wonder why we always offer a “moment of silence” in the wake of tragedy. Why silence, when sound and fury seem like something more solid to offer? Why silence, when the inner impulse is increased intensity?
If witches have “familiars” (cats, toads, bats, senators, etc.), we — whatever we are at Tabby’s Place — have “peculiars.” Halloween has come. Halloween has gone. All Saints and All Souls have made their annual appearance. But holidays are perpetual at the Place called Tabby’s, and we’re rich in treats and tricksters, holy mischief-makers and […]