Lou Ness

Delighting In The New Season

Oct 13, 2016

I love the change of seasons. I ache with anticipation for the time when snow melts and green shoots appear under crusty ground, or when the leaves fall providing a blanket of protections from the coming winter storms.

Each season brings me delight, and I love all the little signals that nature sends – it’s time to change.

I Am Not Alone ...

Sep 15, 2016

No man is an island entire of itself;
Every man is a piece of the continent …
… Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee. 
                                             ~ John Donne

Maybe It's About Time ...

Aug 25, 2016

Time … we made it up, you know. We determined how the days and weeks and months were chopped into tiny segments of seconds and minutes and then became slaves to a tiny small face attached to our wrist.

When I was traveling across the Midwest, my phone changed and the time on my car remained the same: I was in two time zones. I asked myself, “Does anybody really know what time it is”? (Older folks can start humming now!)

A Choice Between Hope And Fear

Aug 3, 2016

The posters are down, the lights are turned off, and weary yet energized delegates return home, ready to take to the streets.

Both parties arrived on the national scene at the end of a very long primary to select their candidates and to reveal their platforms.

I watched both conventions and was struck by the significant difference in tone, organization and quality of speakers.

In fairness to candidate Trump and his team, the Clinton team has a long history of planning campaigns, networking into broader diverse groups and a line-up of dazzling presenters.

It's Time For Silence -- And Action

Jul 14, 2016

I used to be a professional singer. Five nights a week I filled rooms with melodies. Occasionally my voice would tire; you could hear the fatigue in my songs. The only remedy for this tiredness was to stop singing. After a few days’ rest, the sound would once again fill the space and energy would return.