Tag Archives: #fear

Where has 40 years gone?

Hello from Fog and Flame, While many feel there is a let down after the holidays, and there is some truth to that reality. However, the first part of February is, for me, a time of memories and events which have shaped my life in more ways than I am readily aware. The subconscious consequence ofContinue reading “Where has 40 years gone?”

Attempting to understand what appears to be absurdity, but perhaps isn’t

Hello from my getting home after a long . . . I am not sure if it has been a long couple days, a long month, a long campaign, or seeming to be perhaps a long life. That is my perception of both the election, the campaign, and certainly what will be a terrific amountContinue reading “Attempting to understand what appears to be absurdity, but perhaps isn’t”

Slowing Down

Good early morning, It is barely 4:00 a.m. And I have been awake a bit more than an hour. In the past couple of weeks I have been in bed more times than I can remember before 8:30 at night. It does mean that I wake up earlier than I might wish, but that is perhapsContinue reading “Slowing Down”

Fearing the Unknown

Good morning, Is early morning as I begin to write this, it’s not quite 4:00 a.m. and I am sitting in Hazelton out in the street because I’m early and I do not want to get the Galáns up before they’re ready. I am headed to the airport to fly back to Wisconsin. This isContinue reading “Fearing the Unknown”

A Day in Infamy

Good morning on Monday of Finals Week, I am quite sure for graduating seniors this last set of undergraduate finals has a very different feel to them than the first semester freshmen who are experiencing the week for the first time. I remember attempting to take finals after by brother passed away the previous week.Continue reading “A Day in Infamy”

Somos todos los Immigrantes

Buenos días de mi oficina a principios de una ruptura de Acción de gracias (Dzień dobry z mojego biura na początku przerwy Dziękczynienia or صباح الخير من مكتبي في بداية عطلة عيد الشكر، or Bonjour de mon bureau au départ d’une pause de Thanksgiving,), I realize this is quite the salutation for a beginning ofContinue reading “Somos todos los Immigrantes”

Flying

Good early morning, On Friday afternoon, I allowed my Foundations students the opportunity to be outside for class as It was an in-class writing day. It was actually a phenomenal day weather-wise, which typified the week (which is surprising because it was fair week here), but as I made my way around the quad speakingContinue reading “Flying”

Four Score (no); Seven Years (yes)

Hello from 35,000 feet, I am headed to Placerville and probably over Nebraska somewhere as I compose this post. It was seven years ago I spent my first real time in El Dorado County. It was the point where I fell in love with the art of enology and with what happens in the wineryContinue reading “Four Score (no); Seven Years (yes)”

Things that make me go . . .

Good morning from the balcony, As I have begun my last three days, I am up and on the balcony just relaxing, yet pondering, and writing. I am thinking that this practice of writing first thing in the morning should become a habit. I am reminded of my comprehensive exams chair, Dale Sullivan. That wasContinue reading “Things that make me go . . .”

Making Changes

Good morning, I know I had a draft of another post saved, but at the moment, it has disappeared. I actually when out for breakfast this morning and trying to eat something that is not processed or does not have sugar in it is quite the dilemma. The change in my diet and lifestyle isContinue reading “Making Changes”