Author Archives: Tom Schultz

About Tom Schultz

Was there ever a time that I did not love writing? If so, I can’t remember back that far. A decade or so ago, along with other life changes, I started exploring fiction, memoirs, and creative nonfiction to complement my essays. For me, writing is always about the melody and the rhythm, as well as the light and the image. Around the same time, I went to law school as a “nontraditional” (read middle-aged) student. After a couple stressful days in an auditorium at Michigan State University, packed with 1,000 other folks taking a bar exam, I survived and joined the Michigan bar as a newbie lawyer. I have the opportunity to write a lot at the day job, but felt the need for a place to express more creativity than is allowed within the four corners of a legal brief, and to share my feelings with others. Voila! Blogging. When I began, I thought my posts would be all about writing. Serendipity is a gentle goddess, though, and I soon rediscovered my passion for photography. With the aid of my fellow bloggers, I have worked on presenting a vision and, hopefully, conveying a sense of spirit through pictures as well as words. Politics has always been my passion, but not what passes for politics in our time, poisoned as it is with partisan rancor. No thanks, not interested in that scene. Only as we as a society can reintroduce spirituality, in all its emanations and wonder, into the political process (in the broadest sense) can we really extricate ourselves from the swamp and find a path forward. And it would surely help if we could in our journey find faith between men and women, too. The arts suggest to us the hidden potential for change in society. In the distemper of these times, beauty can be subversive. In my writing and photos, I hope to evoke some of the spirit in my favorite art, of all forms.

Believing is Seeing

I wouldn’t have seen it, if I hadn’t believed it.
Marshall McLuhan

Hartwick Pines, Michigan

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Knowing Yourself and Patience

The more you know yourself,
the more patience you have for what you see in others.

Erik Erikson

Michigan, early autumn

Gift from Athena

Athena sent them a favorable wind, a strong-blowing West wind that sang over the wine dark sea.
The Odyssey

 

Summer musings on a gray November day:  one of Michigan’s inland “seas,” Lake Michigan, the dunes that line her leeward shore, and the visitors who play there at the invitation of  warm temperatures and blue skies.

Warren Dunes and Lake Michigan

Warren Dunes and Lake Michigan

A World in a….Drop of Water

This day, in 1757, William Blake was born

To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
—William Blake

Or, he might have said, in a drop of water, suspended in time on its path  between underground springs and the great river which is its destiny.

Iargo Springs, Michigan

Last Full Measure of Devotion

155 years ago today, Lincoln spoke briefly at the national cemetery in Gettysburg, Pennsylvania.  The Civil War’s greatest battle  had taken place there several months before Lincoln’s Address, now considered perhaps the greatest speech in American history, though it lasted just over two minutes.  It was reported that a group of battle-tested soldiers wept as Lincoln acknowledged the nation’s debt to them.
“…that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom…” I’ve visited several times, and each time get a little choked up reading Lincoln’s words in the palpable presence of those who gave their last full measure of devotion.