“I’m done resting Ethan, how ‘bout you?” I whisper.
We both feel soft after practicing yoga and our hour-long, turning-within meditation technique. We’re still resting on the large mat that covers half the floor of our studio apartment. Two years ago while learning this technique, we met and three months later we moved-in, meditating together ever since. Continue reading The Caregiver
For most of my adult life, I would call my parents, but only once a week. Even into my retirement, I had to preserve my sense of independence. But their average age is now over ninety, so our daily phone calls reassure me they are stable and I energize them with my adventures.
Continue reading A Light Through Time
The Lake Writers Third Annual Group Reading Held on November 11, 2016
“Ethan, it’s Delilah.”
“Hi Delilah. I’m almost there. Are you?” I ask as I walk briskly through the cold winter night. Continue reading Not What It Seems
“Aillen, how can any of your individuality re-incarnate? Your body structures and sustains memories, emotions and perceptions. When it dies, all is lost.”
Because I know Aillen so well, I sense his smiling beyond the speaker-phone, “Ethan, you know about quantum mechanics and quantum computers. Well, microtubules in your brain which have a known biological function, are also ideally suited to be carriers of quantum information.” Continue reading Remembering