The view from my writing chair

While Mac is updating, I’m thinking.

And jotting ideas in a Moleskine, 5″ X 8.25″ ruled/lined, black 240-page notebook

Using a Pilot Precise V5 pen.

If you could read the Bose Radio clock, it would say 4:35 AM.

I’m usually up at 4 AM.

Rebecca follows a few hours later.

That’s her Scandinavian Stressless Recliner you see. She selected white.

My choice was grey.

Those silver Bose headphones on the ottoman are Rebecca’s.

Mine are black.

I’m a lifelong Democrat.

She’s independent.

I was raised Catholic.

Rebecca, Protestant.

From beginning to end, our days are filled with particularities.

Our own and those of others.

It is the peculiarity that makes each of us unique.

And gives us a particular perspective.

Also unique but limited.

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One of my favorite movies is Miracle. It is the story of America’s 1980 men’s Olympic Hockey Team that defeated the heavily favored Soviet Union Team. Every time I see this film, I cheer again for my side and this miracle victory.

I just watched Of Miracles and Men. This film tells the story of that Soviet Team and another kind of miracle.

Two teams, two films, two miracles, and two perspectives.

I know the story of The Crusades from European and Roman Catholic perspectives.

Two weeks ago, at London’s Tate Modern Museum, I saw an art display by Wael Shawky that enlightened me with an Arab Historian’s perspective on The Crusades.

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My world is big enough to include your point of view.

What a dull world it would be if all I could see was me.