This journey we’re on
Looking at the many intersections in life and questions we face along the way.
Life, faith, stuff
LIFE. Each of our lives is a hero’s journey. We may not feel like it a lot of the time. Sometimes we forget what the quest is about. But we’re here, on Earth, on this journey.
FAITH. We are born with a hole — something missing. Then we spend much of our lives trying to fill that hole. Faith is essential in that process. Faith is the stepping out of where I know I am to place confidence in something I haven’t seen or tested yet. If we didn’t have faith, we’d never take risks.
STUFF. On life’s journey, we carry around stuff. Some of it is helpful, some of it holds us back. Some of it we hang on to because we don’t know how to put it aside.
THE INTERSECTIONS OF LIFE. The forks in the road where things get interesting and choices are made. Mostly small choices. Seemingly inconsequential. Until we one day realize that together all those little choices formed the fabric and pattern of our lives. Then we see that they made all the difference. It is here we see what we are made of or yet capable of becoming.
A lifetime of learning or learning for a lifetime
I once said: “I’m tired of being in school after 14 years. I want to go and do something else for a while. I’m done learning.” A while later I was headed for college…
Hiking in the Swiss Alps sounded like a really fun thing to do. Sunny day, good company. Everything so perfect. And I almost died that day.
Frasier Crane would say “I’m listening” and pretty much not. Do you feel like that’s happening around you? How do we listen to actually hear others, making them feel understood?
The possibilities of spring
First one, then another, and another. Daffodils in bloom. That burst of color shouted “Spring” to me like nothing else could.
The old man and the kid
What do an old man, an 18-year-old guy and live broadcast television have to do with how to live life?
Riding the train across the USA: Part 1 — Little Rock, Arkansas — Washington, DC
Almost imperceptibly the train starts moving. Very gently it eases out from the platform. The adventure is beginnning.
“Cosmopolitan” is a _______ word
Recently I discovered that “cosmopolitan” apparently is a bad word to some people. Silly me, I always thought a cosmopolitan person was someone who’d been places, different cities, different cultures, different countries and who moved with ease in them all.