Lucky Coins

As a child, I collected coins. I have dozens of silver dollars minted in the 1800s. 

It fascinates me that these objects -- which you can hold in your hand -- existed before computers (1980s), before television (1950s), before cars (1920s) and even before electricity (1880s). They were made when people traveled in horse-carriages and lit gas lamps at night. Coins from then survived until today.

These coins have seen some shit. The entirety of our modern life passed before their eyes.

When I'm out in public, I always carry one of the coins in my pocket. For luck. If you meet me in person, ask and I'll give you the coin. Spreading luck brings good fortune.

"The Secret of Secrets"

Dan Brown is one of the most successful novelists of our age. His fourth book, "The Da Vinci Code" (2003), sold over 81 million copies. Three of his novels have been turned into popular movies.

Last September Brown published a new bestseller, "The Secret of Secrets" (2025). Happily the book centers on a subject that fascinates me: human consciousness. I'm halfway through the novel and loving it.

While many readers will enjoy the book's thrilling vulpine plot, what interests me are Brown's non-fictional descriptions of philosophy (e.g., materialism v. noetic experience), spirituality, mythology and ancient history. These asides are accurate and entralling.

If you want to read something fun this Summer, try this book. You can borrow it for free from the public library or get it delivered from Amazon. I'd enjoy hearing your thoughts on its content.

Waves

A wave never separates from the sea. It seems distinct when viewed and labeled but, remove the label and what is a wave? Water. Always simply water. The same water that flows in the ocean. Only its form has changed. 

We are waves. Not separate from the universe. Not strangers to the world. We are existence itself in beautiful form, here for fleeting moments before returning to the sea.

The Journey

Eight years ago, when I was sprightly and young (59), I roamed the world with enthusiasm.

Those days aren't over. Watch me continue this journey in slightly altered ways. The show hasn't ended.

History

Today is my dad's birthday. 

He grew up in a war-zone during WWII, personally fought in the later Korean war, smoked three packs of unfiltered cigarettes every day and survived a heart attack at 42. After that he gave up smoking and lived into his 90s with almost 40 years of leisurely retirement. 

In the 1950s my father found and married the woman of his dreams, raising two kids with her in a close-knit happy family in leafy suburbs.

Lucky guy.

A Portal

Harmony with nature is resonance, a current to be sensed. We find it by looking closely and moving in time with the natural world.

On a hike years ago I discovered a portal. Ensorcelled, I pointed a vintage camera at the threshold and asked silver film to record its surface. 

Natural Beauty

Saturday night I dined with curly-haired girls, Robin and my niece Heidi. In both cases their hair is natural, just doing what it does. Natural curls, natural colors.

My hair, white as Casper the ghost, is also natural. I don't dye it this color. :)