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    January 22, 2010

    The nature of relationships: Why relationships exist

    Writer, producer and coach Kathrin Seitz and Marc Felix, a Camden psychotherapist and student of shamanism, are exploring this winter the phenomenon of relationships –- what they are and what they mean for the human experience. In March, they will hold a daylong workshop to invite relationship into lives and enhance the relationships one has. As part of this winter project, they also will venture forth with the …

  • Published
    January 16, 2010

    Herald Gazette letters

    School budget cuts In my letter to the editor last week for Citizens for Value in Education, I suggested that the burden placed upon the taxpayers of Rockport (and upon other district towns) in support of our schools needed to be reduced by 10 percent. There are, perhaps, those who may think that such a reduction is draconian. It is fair to mention that vast numbers of businesses have recently been forced to …

  • Published
    January 10, 2010

    Cold! You call this cold?

    Years ago there was a popular radio program called “Can You Top This?” Three or four comedians would sit around telling stories, and I guess there was some contest to see who got the most laughs. Some stories were just funny, and some were more about who could tell the biggest lie. It hearkened back to the old general store where folks would sit around the pot-bellied stove on a winter’s evening and swap stories, …

  • Published
    January 8, 2010

    The ice is never safe

    The ice is never safe. There is always thin ice somewhere. I have spent most of my adult life on the ice every winter, every day I could get on it. I sail ice boats. I ski on the ice. I fly wings on the ice. I am also a former Navy diver with some experience in cold water and I have rescued a few folks, too. I have fallen through the ice more times than I can remember and rescued myself. Ice sheets are rarely …

  • Published
    January 8, 2010

    Cries of liberty

    One of the joys of reading Shakespeare is that he always has something to tell us about the human condition. Strangely enough for a man who lived in an age of the divine right of kings he was politically astute, even on systems of which he could have had no experience except from books. Apparently they served him well enough to give us a surprisingly revealing picture of the human motivation behind all politics. …

  • Published
    January 8, 2010

    Going to Mark McClellan’s memorial service

    The local ice-boating community — about six of us — had been second-guessing ourselves: We had measured the ice thickness on Chickawaukie on Saturday, Dec. 19, finding a consistent 3.5 inches or more, and we marked the lake’s only hazards with three orange traffic cones, carefully frozen in place. These were the  open holes in the southeast corner of the lake. Then we excitedly sailed the hard black ice that …

  • Published
    January 8, 2010

    A balanced approach will balance the budget

    With just about every state in the nation facing record-breaking budget shortfalls, no one really knows what the “new normal” will be in state fiscal policy. With tax revenues substantially down and unemployment up, fiscal coffers are not going to fill up anytime soon. The economic heyday of the last few decades is over. Treading water or putting our heads in the sand until the good times return is a disservice …

  • Published
    January 2, 2010

    Is sadness a disease?

    Sadness is one of the small number of human emotions that have been recognized in all societies and in all time periods. Some of the earliest known epics, such as “The Iliad” and “Gilgamesh,” feature protagonists’ intense sadness after the loss of close comrades. Likewise, anthropological work across a great range of societies clearly describes emotions of sadness that develop in response to frustration in love, …

  • Published
    January 1, 2010

    The work of the collective soul

    On the first day of winter all the cars arrived in the parking lot at work led by the glare from their headlights. Engines, idling for warmth, leaked plumes of exhaust that spun themselves out into the cold wind while we waited for the sun to rise and the day to begin. My solitary overhead light was the only one in the rows of rumbling vehicles as I sat with my notebook on my knees, to write, to read, to reflect. …

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