I was married in City Hall with two witnesses present. After the ceremony the four of us went to dinner at a beautiful local restaurant. I could never quite grasp the point of a lavish affair and all the chaotic fanfare that accompanied the planning process. It seemed, at the time, like an elaborate waste of money for a one night stand. I never really grew up with the fantasy of walking down an aisle in a fairytale dress. I think it was because of my natural proclivity for flying below the radar. I do not relish being the center of attention. So I am trying to figure out why I am so captivated by the whole wedding planning business and all the hoopla that it embodies. Maybe it’s the poetic potential of the affair, or the artistry of the bridal dress but I am … Read more
I love horses. They are my passion and my escape. A classic symbol of power and strength, they have served mankind throughout history with fortitude and courage. The feeling of abandonment and freedom I feel as I cantor on the back of a 1000 pound animal who is in total sync with the subtle cues that my body delivers is my greatest pleasure. But more important than any other sensation is the nurturing bond I feel just being around these equine beauties. Gentle by nature, independent in spirit and loyal friends, horses are the total embodiment of sensuality and confidence. They have often been associated with femininity and grace. I understand this metaphor, because their very presence frees me from my daily constraints, brings me peace and makes me feel alive. Horses are my “fix”.
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During an art class that I took in college, we were taken outside on campus and told to draw a tree. By the end of the class, I had filled the sketch pad with the furrows and shadows of one branch of an enormous oak. For me, the experience presented itself in the details of the image. The instructor was, in fact, pleased with this result as he explained to the class that an object is lifted to an art form when we focus on the basic elements of the design and recognize their worth. The details can change an ordinary encounter to an extraordinary event and an everyday item to a unique statement. I have always had this knack of zeroing in on the essence of a thing to identify its heart and determine its real value. It does not matter if it’s a … Read more
I am a product of the 60’s; on campus during the devastating drain of the Vietnam War and all the disillusionment that that decade wrought as it was catapulted from the harmony of the Beatles and the youthful promise of JFK to the depths of alienation and dissent. I understand this generation’s fear and frustration with current events. The impact is everywhere, more poignant for me, perhaps, as I witness the particular angst of my children and their peers, all in their 20’s, as they struggle to find some level of personal peace. In the 60’s, the Peace Symbol defined a messianic dream for a better world. It never lost its meaning, but it faded into the background, like many archeological tokens that when uncovered reveal a cultural history rich with lessons well suited for current affairs. And here we are, 40 years later as … Read more
I love to read. Many authors are harbored in my home library; but Stephen King was never a resident until several years ago when I saw The Shawshank Redemption on television and learned that he had written the book. I had always assumed that King’s prolific output was anchored completely in the horror genre and that his popularity, certainly well earned, was due to such tomes as The Shining or Carrie. But after I saw the movie, I decided to delve deeper into King’s body of work. Subsequently, I read The Green Mile and The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon and relearned an important lesson; never judge a book by its cover. Now I am a fan of this fantasy fiction writer for whom my initial impression belied the depth and breadth of his craft.
It is July 4, 2010 and I am lamenting my absence from my traditional Independence Day venue: Schroon Lake, NY in the Adirondack Mountains. In this small mountain town, the virtues of Americana, from the annual Main Street parade, to a lakeside picnic and fireworks exploding over a darkening sky remind us of the values of our heritage while serving up a visceral promise of hope and change. I have witnessed a bevy of pyrotechnic displays in my ever lengthening life, none more spectacular than the explosive eye candy provided by the world renowned Grucci brothers on the Hudson River in NYC. I even had the opportunity of a firsthand viewing on the Macy’s executive boat while working there. When it comes to pure glamor, nothing can compare. But this holiday is not just about sizzle and sass; it also evokes a sense of respect … Read more