Landschlacht, Switzerland, Tuesday 21 May 2019 This Sunday in Switzerland some folks will attend services in either a Reformed Church or a Roman Catholic Church and both groups will call themselves Christian. And as the Earth spins around the Sun, from the Dark Continent of Africa to the Canadian tundra, Christians will kneel… Continue reading Canada Slim and the Mandir of Nose Hill
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Canada Slim and the Holy Field of Sparrows
Landschlacht, Switzerland, 20 July 2018 I have three books in my possession that offer three different ways to consider the Serbian capital city of Belgrade…. I can choose to be as Chris Farmer and be Grumpy in Belgrade, I can choose to be as Momo Kapor and feel The Magic of Belgrade, or I can… Continue reading Canada Slim and the Holy Field of Sparrows
Canada Slim and the Calculated Cathedral
Landschlacht, Switzerland, 29 November 2017 It is a season of grey days and black, almost eternal, nights. As much as I comprehend why Canadians celebrate their Thanksgiving in October rather than November because the growing seasons are shorter up there, I occasionally wonder if the Americans might not be onto something by celebrating life at… Continue reading Canada Slim and the Calculated Cathedral
Adam in the Abbey 1: The Road to New Norcia
Landschlacht, Switzerland, 2 September 2016 / 15 September 2016 Homer once said that all men have need of the gods. And maybe this is so, for since time began we have sought a way to understand, and perhaps even influence, powerful natural phenomena, such as weather and the seasons, creation, life, death and its aftermath. There… Continue reading Adam in the Abbey 1: The Road to New Norcia
Saints and monsters
It was with the greatest pleasure that I spent most of the first two days of December in my favourite European City, Freiburg im Breisgau, the “capital” of southwestern Germany´s Black Forest. I have in two previous posts briefly touched upon my last visit to Freiburg (Sign of the Times / Victims of the Machine)… Continue reading Saints and monsters
How to convert this barbarian
Everybody’s talking at me I don’t hear a word they’re saying Only the echoes of my mind People stopping, staring I can’t see their faces Only the shadows of their eyes I’m going where the sun keeps shining Through the pouring rain Going where the weather suits my clothes Banking off of the northeast winds… Continue reading How to convert this barbarian
Under the skin
Oh, narrow, dark and humid streets rising like crevices to an unforgiving sky. I long for a Cathedral, a fine old pagan stone fortress, just for its refreshing cold atmosphere. I would even settle for a baroque, homely, altar in a corner hole in the wall, just to squat in the corner and enjoy the… Continue reading Under the skin
The Little Shop of Ethics
As previously written in this blog, I have begun exploring the canton capital of Schaffhausen and started this discovery by wandering about willy-nilly seeing where my impulse and feet would take me. Webergasse (Weber Lane) is a short street from Vorstadt (the main pedestrian street) and Bachstrasse (Stream Road), a main road leading north out… Continue reading The Little Shop of Ethics
Learned ignorance
Finally I have reached the last tale I wish to tell about our Mosel weekend of 14 – 17 May 2015. (Which is good, because my trip to Geneva yesterday… So much to tell!) Our (my wife and I) last stop on our Mosel mini-adventure was the town of Bernkastel-Kues. The twin town of Bernkastel-Kues… Continue reading Learned ignorance
Buddha by the Mosel
As my family sadly observes, and as religious friends of mine sadly shake their heads at my obvious heathen ways, I am not a devotee to any religion or faith, with perhaps a leaning towards humanism. This does not mean though that I do not seek to understand why religion is important to others. Of… Continue reading Buddha by the Mosel