Tag: addiction


Busy: how it kills and how to recover from it


“Hello.  My name is Charles and I have a work-addiction.” “Hello Charles.” That is how the work-addiction meetings begin. But I don’t really like the term “work-addiction” because it does not adequately tell the whole story of the addiction nor of the addict.   I prefer “busy-addiction.”  It titles and...

busy-ness : hell’s levels and a teapot’s holes


This teapot is one of my favorites.  I pulled it from the kiln recently to find the glaze had done exactly what I had hoped it would do. It flowed such that its lighter side at top was full of blues and violets while the bottom half was gathered in...

stress


When glass on clay cools, it crazes - a technical pottery term for the tiny fractures in the glass which occur as the clay and the glass cool and shrink at different rates. This sometimes happens on a lake in deep winter when the water freezes and pushes against the...

dust balls and tears


Addictions flare up in the weeks just prior to Christmas like mountainside wildfires on a dry, windy day.  Our run-of-the mill addictions like alcohol and porn, food and internet surfing, shopping and being-right - well, those addictions will flare up for sure, but they usually end up bringing clear pain...

The Blues


Fortnum and Mason was founded just after 1700 and is one of my favorite ships in London.  One of my great loves is stationary, and they have a fine selection.  They also have demerara sugar which I like in my tea. And marzipan.  And a good english cream tea.  And...

envy


  Someone recently asked me what one word I would use to sum up America.  Before I could self-edit, I blurted out a word which made the group of a dozen people in a lavish living room go dead silent as if i had just taken off my clothes or...

crickets


This pair of cricket holders from about 1800 intrigues me.  The cultural inclination of the Chinese people to hold crickets captive dates form the Tang dynasty of the 5th century and these holders made of gourds, ivory and turtle shell would fit gently in a person’s hand. The singing crickets...

world peace


This image from our Te Deum window over the West Doors and around which the new Antiphonal Organ is being raised is one I find striking.  I expect it is Saint George but I am not sure.  Still, it reminds me of a church and a church history with which...