The time it takes to mourn...

I’m not religious, but according to Ecclesiates, one of the books of the Old Testament there’s a time to mourn and a time to dance and this is probably true. 

Two years ago, I lost my brother and two very good friends and it’s only now that my mourning is about over. Yet it took all that time to get over it and expunge all the sadness and the loss I fet about them. 

 True, time is always a great healer…

Life-force and toasters

I have always seen us, humans, as a toasters line-up, all plugged in and therefore, well alive and functioning. The electric power that give them life and function is not different from what we call “life-force” of “Chi” as described as far as ancient China.

Called “ki” in Japan and “gi” in Korea, that same life-force refers to the flow of energy that fuels all living things like plants, humans and animals. It’s in fact the closest thing to the air we breathe and that we know so well as we experience it daily. 

Chi isn’t new and goes back to Taoism and the 5th century BC. In my personal philosophy the melding of our physical body and mind is also like the hardware and random-access-memory of a computer or smart-phone, that just needs to powered on by some electric current or the life-force, without which there’s no life. 

As you can understand that leaves little room for some concept of “after-life”...

Do I still miss France?

Over the years and as time goes by, my attachment to France, the old country has been waning and today, after I left the hometown I grew up in, there is no longer the bittersweet feeling associated it with leaving a place that is dear to my heart.

It’s true that over the years, the Morzine region has undergone an insane rate of growth that takes away far too much of the old charm that once made that place so attaching.

It’s also true that after leaving more than 42 years in America and 34 in Park City alone, my hometown is slowly but surely fading away inside my heart...

Love Lock on my deck

On Monday, June 1, the city of Paris ordered the removal of some 45 tons of padlocks from Paris’s Pont des Arts. I won't go over the reason for betraying love in this manner and as a form of protest, I've decided to attach one to the railing of my very own deck in Park City.

Since I always was to cheap to buy a lock and abandon it on some Paris bridge, the next best thing for me is to get a brand new one adorning my mountain home balcony. Further, what a better way to begin marking some 40 years of marital love!