Man of Earth

Recently my wife and I re-watched the entire six-hour Italian mini-series entitled “The Best of Youth.” In the last hour, there are glorious scenes of Tuscany. When a car en route to Florence crests a hill and the camera pans right, there is a breathtaking view of the city center from the direction of the Piazzale Michelangelo. The entire hour — the entire mini-series — I felt as if my heart was being ripped from my chest.

Please join me in celebrating a story of Italy — a tale about the best of youth and age.

Read it here.

Hunt for Steel

What does it matter? It matters little, and thus it matters a great deal. We are but specks. We are X’s and Y’s and an infinite combination of codes reduced to a handful of symbols. In recognizing our minor worth in the cosmos and our tiny differences, we move toward acknowledging the responsibility of making each unique speck all the more valuable to other sentient beings. Because we are minuscule, our variations and similarities, our interesting adaptations and twists, matter a great deal.

What say you to the lost art of others? I say, find it and praise it as part of yourself.

Read it here.

Front Street Arts

A new heading in TennesseeSoul, a new website and operation.

I have enjoyed combining visual arts with TennesseeSoul stories. A sub-community is emerging of people who like art and do art. Professionalism is not the point — neither is commerce. Front Street Arts, a name dear to my past, aims to seek out the interesting and connect passion with passion.

I am thinking of an active retirement.

Gathered at the Pond

About ten days ago, the day before my birthday, I had a kernel of an idea that revolved around a single word: pond. The notion became a life. This story is sort of a birthday present to myself. It has been a lovely experience based on a lovely word.

But it’s high time to birth this tar baby. So I invite you to take a moment to escape to a new beginning.

Read it here.