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I like the flowers, and the bees, the birds, and the trees. I like wisps of steam floating upward from wiry ferns and the fireflies dancing at night. I like everything that belongs to all of us.
Source: Bhuwan Thapaliya
Posted: 2025 Dec 17
Category Archives: Rambles
What We Got Here
What we got here”¦is a failure to communicate. Captain, Road Prison 36 in Cool Hand Luke Another in a set of reflections on our recent trip to New Zealand and Australia. We have lots of kinds of coffee. He shouldn’t … Continue reading
The Fuzziness of Time Zones. Oh, Yeah, and Tiger Butter.
They took a Friday from us. I’m not sure where they put it. I’m not annoyed. Really, I’m not. Just a bit fuzzified. Continue reading
Yellow Stars & Uniforms
Will we triumph over evil? Continue reading
Season(ing)s
My season sensor sputters as February and March in Phoenix send me signals of all four seasons: shall I savour the variety or let it drive me crazy? My season sensor spins, trying to settle on a selection. Some trees … Continue reading
Did You Ever Wonder?
Seeing books used as props, anywhere other than on a theatre stage, baffles and annoys me simultaneously. Books, dagnab it, are not meant to to complement the wallpaper, but to inform, teach, divert, or elevate. Continue reading
Working This Weekend?
Now, you can argue about the wisdom of messing with the environment on any scale. But what hit me was his sense of working on — of belonging to — a noble and enduring endeavour that would last well beyond his lifetime. Continue reading
White Men Can’t Celebrate
If you do happen to see me standing on the furniture — well, I hope you’ll overlook it, just this once. I’ll be back to normal on Tuesday, I promise. Continue reading
Mind the Hole
Holes in the desert, ranging from the Grand Canyon to burrows for tiny rodents, inspire awe, albeit short-lived. Skunks, on the other hand, inspire a more focused mindfulness. Standing on the edge of a hole in the ground, I take … Continue reading
The Place Where
A trip back to my place of birth and home for a few decades leads to ruminations on home – what it has been for deep thinkers and poets, and what it is for me. Home is the place where, … Continue reading