Time for a newsletter?

I've had this blog for a long time, and for all the years I've run it, it has been a good place to get some ideas down and publish them quickly.

When I began, I had a rule: no more than fifteen minutes.

If I couldn't write it in that time, it was a big idea that needed to be turned into an essay or a book. Or it could just be that my thoughts were not clear. 

Either way, I stopped writing at fifteen minutes, and often I'd hit the "Publish" button.

Some of those pieces wound up generating helpful conversations, and a few of them became longer essays or parts of books. And they wound up making me some new friends and a bit of money as well.

These days it seems everyone has a Substack or a Buttondown newsletter. A few friends have Wordpress blogs. I'm thinking of becoming a late adopter of one of those.

I like the simplicity of this platform, but it's also grown very dated, and it's still got the clunkiness it had fifteen years ago. Blogspot used to be a place to find other blogs, and their writers. Now it feels like an archive for short pieces I wrote way back when.

What do you think? 

If you're a writer, what do you find to be a helpful way to be in touch with others who might respond to your writing and give you helpful replies?

And if you're a reader, (nothing wrong with that!) what do you find helpful as a way of staying in touch with writers you appreciate?

Now I'll hit that "Publish" button and see how well this platform still works. Whoever you are, and wherever you are, I hope your day brings you great joy to share with others who need it.

Why All Saints' Day Matters To Me

Here's a bit from a recent post I wrote and shared on Medium:

Who knows? The student in my classroom, the driver in that other car, the man sleeping on a park bench, the Uber driver, the cashier at the grocery — any one of them might be an angel in disguise.

And similarly, any one of them might some day be considered a saint.

So this All Saints’ Day, I want to remember that.

You can read the whole post for free here.
 

Poem: Visiting Rowan on Easter Sunday

Rowan laughs and smiles, but he is plainly sad.
Emma has been gone for a long time now.

Beside him, an electric photo frame shuffles images of his children and grandchildren and great-grandchildren,

All of whom keep him anchored here.

But he cannot eat, he says, as he holds a white plastic bag

With a blue plastic ring to hold it open for vomit.

We brought him a red egg, hard-boiled, in the Orthodox tradition.

He is glad to receive it with a sad smile,

But we both know he will not eat it.

Mother asks him if he would like communion, and he thinks;

Thinking is hard right now, and his eyes won’t focus

Though he tells us he can see through the doorway beyond 

And make out the picture frame in the next room.

We turn to look but we don’t see it, 

Unless he means the mirror, or the window, in the room across the hall

Or perhaps he sees something beyond our vision that we cannot yet see. 

Richard is coming soon for lunch with his father, 

Of course Rowan won’t eat, he tells us,

But he will be glad to see his son.

The phone rings. One of his daughters, calling to check in.

They all check in with me every day, he says, 

With a laugh that makes him cough a little.

“They’re so good to me.”

He tells her he has guests, and that everything is fine.

The egg starts to roll off his lap, and he quickly catches it

With his knees, and it does not break. 

Which reminds me that he learned to ski in his fifties

And only gave it up in his eighties when his balance started to go.

He hangs up the phone and Mother offers him communion once again.

He cannot focus his eyes, so we read the liturgy for him, 

And then he takes the bread with fingers that have grown dark and thin and knurled like wild oak branches.

I am surprised by his speed and agility as he takes the bread.

And he chews it, and drinks the wine, 

While his right hand clutches the white bag with the blue ring.

But he does not need to lift it to his lips.

The bread and the wine stay with him, and he laughs,

And stretches out a thin hand to each of us

And thanks us for coming to visit.

Would you like us to shut the door, Mother asks.

He is quick to reply:

No, please leave it open.

And he wishes us a happy Easter,

And we walk out through the lobby, where twenty gray heads in wheelchairs stare at the television screen, and wait. 

Of Kings and Wars and Gardens

Long ago there was a season for war. An ancient text about one of the kings of Israel tells us this:

"It happened in the spring of the year, at the time when kings go out to battle, that David sent Joab and his servants with him, and all Israel; and they destroyed the people of Ammon and besieged Rabbah. But David remained at Jerusalem."

Two points stand out to me:

1) When ancient kings went to war, they did so in the spring; and 

2) King David didn't go this time.

The first point probably has to do with agriculture. An agrarian society like David's probably did not have much of a standing army. Men were free to fight in between the time for sowing seeds and harvest. Wars could be launched when the seeds were in the ground, and should end before harvest if the nation is not to starve. 

The second point is the reason for the story. And it is a reminder that sometimes kings have big enough armies that they can send men to fight for them. In this case, because David stayed behind, he wound up taking the wife of one of his soldiers. When she got pregnant, David had the man killed.

It's foolish to think we can somehow go back to how things were even before David's time, when kings themselves would have to work for food.

But we can at least dream of kings who work their own gardens with enough care that they respect rather than covet the gardens and spouses of others.

Ideas in progress: David O'Hara on interdisciplinary humanities, sustainability, and bees

Ideas in progress: David O'Hara on interdisciplinary humanities, sustainability, and bees


https://currentpub.com/2023/06/21/ideas-in-progress-david-ohara-on-sustainability-humanities-and-bees/

How to Make the Most of Studying Abroad

A new short article I've published on Medium, about making the most of re-entry after you've studied abroad. It's the same advice I'd give anyone who has traveled, if they want to keep getting the benefits of travel even after they've returned.

I've written a few other posts about this topic here on Slowperc. You can find them here. 

If you want to subscribe to my Medium articles, here's a simple way you can do so. A portion of your subscription fee goes to support my writing, so thanks in advance.

 

 

How I Learned To Love Insects

I've just posted this on Medium, with a handful of my favorite insect photos. 

Crimson Patch Butterfly (chlosyne janais; Costa Rica).

 

Insects used to frighten me. Now I love them, and I am more concerned about losing them than living with them.

At the end of the article I've offered some tips about how to ensure we have a happy future together with the insects and other arthropods around us. Enjoy.

(Image copyright 2022 David L. O'Hara)

Watching the Fish

 I've been publishing some short pieces on Medium lately. It's a way of doing some quick writing about things I've taught about for years. 

This latest one is about watching fish, and I hope you enjoy it. Here's a sample:

I love fish. And whenever I say that, most people assume I love either eating fish or catching them. But neither of those is what I mean.

What I mean, more than anything, is that I love watching them at home in the places where they live.

You can find the whole article here.