Hello Michael! I've been wandering in the fraught halls of community organizing for the last month or so and not "on Substack." But your post today makes me realize how boring and flat-lined my mind is without the morning reads of minds like yours and Jason Anthony's and, too, how boring and empty my mind is when I am not writing on Substack every Sunday morning, finding an idea and flinging it out there and having it be caught by someone...and flung back, brighter, transformed by another mind. Substack is such a gift to both readers and writers! The words captured as thoughts and arranged in sentences and read by others feel more real than I!! Thanks for all your ontic flights.
Stay you mute, oh eastern rose.
The golden leaves of autumn are not yet here.
Do not be drawn into Summer's strife.
But tend your garden dear.
Hello Michael! I've been wandering in the fraught halls of community organizing for the last month or so and not "on Substack." But your post today makes me realize how boring and flat-lined my mind is without the morning reads of minds like yours and Jason Anthony's and, too, how boring and empty my mind is when I am not writing on Substack every Sunday morning, finding an idea and flinging it out there and having it be caught by someone...and flung back, brighter, transformed by another mind. Substack is such a gift to both readers and writers! The words captured as thoughts and arranged in sentences and read by others feel more real than I!! Thanks for all your ontic flights.