Author Archives: bobgriffith

Ever since Lenore died I’ve made many attempts to describe the nature of the relationship we shared. It has proved impossible. It is beyond words. Yesterday I sat outside, quietly regarding nature. When I’m feeling contemplative and connected I look … Continue reading →

Our science is a series of observations; a bundle of sticks tied together with a string. Our art is a collection of thoughts and feelings, tied together in the same way. It is all expressed in symbols like mathematics and … Continue reading →

Today I turn 71. I’m afraid it’s a hard 71, too – I have not done my longevity any favors in the past, and it is not kindly disposed toward my future. One of the things I have noted fading … Continue reading →

The  Pratyeka’s Garden   Preface Mining the Tropes of Our Lives there we were again, inside, drawn down the narrow shaft of perspective past mind’s open maw into the pit of coal and diamonds where the empty ache of eons … Continue reading →

The Common Clay, the Ephemeral Dust             My name is the name of my father. In 1948 I was the first born child and grandchild of my family. I had a Siddartha-like childhood. I was the son of a prince … Continue reading →

PROFOUND GRIEF A Love Story A stone, a leaf, a door… O lost, and by the wind grieved, ghost, come back again. INTRODUCTION Profound grief is as unique as the person experiencing it. Grief is a place where, in the … Continue reading →

This morning with coffee on the porch I reflect upon several things: the recently passed equinox and the gathering of Fall; the discovery that another old friend has died; the summer past; why I am the way I am; the … Continue reading →

I check into the website Grief Speaks Out everyday, looking for expressions that reflect my own experience since Lenore died. I find reflections there which are informative and helpful and descriptive of some of my own feelings and thoughts. It’s … Continue reading →