
Most of the time, somewhat in the spirit of wine making, I handwrite these essays months ahead, followed by a schedule on which they are dictated into digital, edited, “aged in the silicon” for a month or so, and re-edited. They finally are placed into the blog, often with photographs of nature taken weeks before. This one is recent.
Lately I have worked hard at having a strong and focused immediate perspective _ what am I thinking of today. Larger cosmic questions are usually beyond my reach.
At my age, the local personal issues are magnifying greatly, the longer term worldwide ones diminishing in importance. Sadly, the aches in my teeth affect me more than the fate of creatures in the Amazon. Anything beyond my immediate (and also diminishing) senses is a kind of fantasy, anything much beyond next week more or less irrelevant .
I was, fortunately, not always like this. But it has its compensations. This holiday season, for example, has been wonderful, steeped in family and nostalgic memories. The past as wonderland. The present as an endless candy store. And gratitude settling on all as a kind of golden glowing syrup .

