I try to resist
Our culture’s lusting for rage
Focusing on light
Author: Carl Setzer
A blogger blogging from just north of Seattle.
A Monday Morning Haiku
This new day begins
Filled with opportunity
As the daylight grows
The Flower’s Voice
As summer begins
Plenty of sunshine and warmth
A flower’s voice heard
A Father’s Day Haiku
A joyous privilege
To watch these children grow up
Perhaps be helpful
Fatherhood is an amazing privilege. Watching, not just my son, but all these kids around him, grow into these interesting and amazing young men and women fills me with pride and wonder.
Sleeping Through The Night Is A Wonderful Thing
Darkness fades to light
Though I missed this while I slept
Blessed my restless mind
Sleeping solidly through the night is such a wonderful thing. With the mania of modern life, it’s also somewhat rare.
A Video Recommendation: Anything Worthwhile Takes Time
As I’m want to do, and have received a modicum of fame for, let me start with a haiku:
Such a simple phrase:
“Anything Worthwhile Takes Time”
Not the common view
I’ve long followed Ms. Millman: somewhere around 7-8 years. A long time. And, considering the modern view of time, a VERY long time. Lot’s changed over that time. Especially me. As I keep moving forward, keep learning, keep trying to be better, I become better.
Daylight’s Motion
Daylight moves slowly
Gently across the park’s grass
Dew disappearing
Awake Too Early
My relentless mind
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The Night Moves Now
The night moving now
It slides up, embracing me
A piano plays
Defining “Grown Up”
I love this comic from xkcd.
It sums up a key idea I’ve been meditating on lately: that we get to define our lives. We get to choose what “success” means to us. We don’t need to be stuck in the destructive loops of our culture’s history. We can find a new way forward. That’s a key beauty of life today.
When I consider Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain’s suicides, I think that there’s something inherently wrong with our culture’s definitions about success. We need to work to define “success” so that we’re feeling fulfilled as we progress. I can’t imagine anything more miserable to achieve everything we’d dreamt of, and feeling empty and miserable.