Author Archives: Jim Stewart

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Quiet Despair

Posted on March 3, 2019

The mirror barksa noiseless disdain;the backward eyesshadow quiet despair;a vacancy of intent, wherea blink hides nothing. (image: the americanconservative.com) Advertisements

Posted in Aging, anger, Brain, Hope, Humans, Life, Poem, Right now, Uncategorized, Wisdom | Tagged , , | 1 Comment

Amble du Jour

Posted on February 22, 2019

The dog catches my eyeand whines his question:“Now, Boss, now?”An idea: the smell of saltopens my mind.I laugh and nod.He stands with a clatterof claws on hardwood,tail high and boisterous, ashe prances around the couch.His eager head presses throughthe red … Continue reading →

Posted in animals, Beach, Dog, Dogs, family, Friendship, Gratitude, Morning, Ocean, Oregon, pals, Poem, walking | Tagged , , , , | 3 Comments

Universe Understood

Posted on February 13, 2019

Consciousness,the universe is–a way to understandand make small enougha vastness into parts.Your mind will nevergrasp the whole, no,that is a feelingfor your soulto warm whencold clasps your heartand galaxies never seenseem almost familiarand close enoughto nod acquaintance.Understanding isaccepting you cannot.

Posted in Absolutes, Art, Brain, Consciousness, Humans, Poem, Quantum flash, Uncategorized, Universe | Tagged , , , | 2 Comments

Tag, I’m It

Posted on January 29, 2019

Birds play tag:close-drill flitting,chasers suddenly chasedat the flick of a feather.I laugh;my mind flips like they do,but without their agility.I am honored to watch,bathed in their game,humored with their compassion. (photo: avopix.com)

Posted in Birds, Brain, Flying, Gratitude, Humans, humor, Joy, laughing, Poem, Wildlife | Tagged , , , | 4 Comments

Looking Up

Posted on January 25, 2019

(for William Stafford) Your poems run the gamut;you have blessed us with musicof realization and understanding.Many of those poems were bornon your couch, lying on your back,looking up at your journal.Really? Their birth is asastonishing as their venerable lives.

Posted in Art, birth, Gratitude, Music, Oregon, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, William Stafford, Writing | Tagged , , | 2 Comments

An Example of Daily Writing

Posted on January 19, 2019

(Here’s an example of a the beginning of a daily writing session. Initially, I made no edits. But I couldn’t stand it, so now it’strying to become a poem. I’ve changed the original, so my firsteffort has been subverted. Silly … Continue reading →

Posted in Art, communication, Consciousness, Hope, Narble Furt, Poem, Poetry, Uncategorized, Writing | Tagged , , , | 2 Comments

The Way Forward

Posted on January 1, 2019

Anger finds my heart unreceptive to the pull of self indulgence; it is not the time for self righteous behavior and losing my way. My heart knows the way when my mind is distracted. I am who I am. I … Continue reading →

Posted in Absolutes, Aging, anger, family, Gratitude, Haiku, Holiday, Life, Oregon, Poetry, Uncategorized, Universe, Water, Wisdom | Tagged , , , , | 3 Comments

Haiku: Wind, Rain, Faith

Posted on November 28, 2018

The wind hurls itself across my roof in big waves as I hold my breath. The skylights receive a violent drum solo; I receive the awe. The house bravely waits for the next real world onslaught; my faith is a … Continue reading →

Posted in Action-adventure, Beach, family, Gratitude, Haiku, Home, Life, Ocean, Oregon, Poem, Uncategorized, Water | Tagged , , , , | 4 Comments

True Gravity

Posted on November 22, 2018

I hope everyone reading this is having (or had) a special wonderful day. Gratitude is a driving power in the Universe. We all should exercise it more often. Every. Single. Day. This is from Michael Murphy, author of Golf in … Continue reading →

Posted in Absolutes, American history, Art, Beach, Consciousness, Conversation, Gratitude, History, Jim Stewart, Life, Oregon, prayer, Sport, Uncategorized, Wisdom | Tagged , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Shameless Plug

Posted on October 30, 2018

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