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Reflections

Welcome to the Reflections Feed, a collection of essays, observations, memories, and quiet moments gathered from everyday life. Here you’ll find the latest entries from Reflections presented in a continuously updated stream of stories, insights, and personal discoveries.

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  • The Account of Silence

    A meditation on departure, cost, and the quiet math we do when our peace becomes too expensive to give away.

  • The Concrete Path: The Functional Savings Account

    At sixty‑three, every day feels like fresh cement poured at dawn. I’m not just moving to stay active — I’m carving a path I intend to walk ten years from now. Discipline is the mark I press into the surface before it dries.

  • Saturday Stillness, Part 3: The Day After (Sunday’s Brilliance)

    After days of smoke, storms, and heavy skies, Sunday arrives with a clean, brilliant calm. The Bronx feels washed open again, carrying a quiet renewal in the air. Saturday Stillness continues with a reflection on the day after — the moment when presence returns.

  • Saturday Stillness, Part 2: The Orange Sky

    Saturday Stillness, Part 2: The Orange Sky A brief pause in the rain, a glow slipping through the clouds, and the kind of heavy air that carries the week’s smoke. Storms rolled in again, pulling the haze down and clearing the sky in one sweeping breath. Saturday stillness doesn’t just quiet the day — it…

  • Saturday Stillness: Finding Calm in a Dark, Rainy Afternoon

    A rainy afternoon in the Bronx, a darkened sky, and the kind of quiet that settles over a home when the world outside is rumbling. Saturday stillness has a way of reminding us to slow down and simply feel the day.

  • The Master Hour

    Written by Dennis Harvell The Master Hour They praise the structure but forget the seasons it took to dry. You cannot rush the setting of the concrete. For years, I forced the pace, running against the clock, Measuring my worth by the exhaustion at the end of the day. Now, the true mastery is knowing…

  • The Sunglasses I Earned

    A pair of Ray‑Bans I bought in the mid‑80s resurfaced nearly forty years later, still immaculate. What began as an impulse purchase became a quiet symbol of pride, responsibility, and the life I was building.

  • The Sanctuary of the Pause – Be Calm, Be Quiet, Be Kind

    In the vulnerability of a chair, a simple green sphere whispered a necessary pause, inviting stillness, gentleness, and the quiet truth that everything will be okay.

  • The Blueprint of the Truce

    Written by Dennis Harvell The Blueprint of the Truce I am no longer attending arguments That were settled years ago in my absence. You are waiting for an explanation, a defense, a confession, Looking for a friction that simply isn’t there anymore. You call my stillness indifference. I call it the quiet after the storm…

  • Stopped to Smell The Flowers

    A quiet moment in Bryant Park reminded me that even on the busiest days, the city still knows how to surprise you.