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.
The greatest threat: External or internal?
It’s far less likely that some foreign terrorist is going to come blow up my house or business than that I will do something myself to derail and mess it up.
The power line
It was a dark and stormy night. Thunderclaps aplenty. Then another, really loud noise. Much closer. That couldn’t be good!
Of pinpricks and a Milky Way
How often do you stop and look up at the sky at night? Quite possibly not that often. Because we tend to be in a hurry to get home. It’s dark. And there’s nothing to see up there anyway. Except there is …
Then I saw your face
The long distance train sped through miles of suburbs surrounding downtown. Greg was going back to the city to meet a woman he once knew. The last time blew up spectacularly. What would today be like when they meet again?
Everything was better before — and the more before the better
“The good old days.” “I miss the old days.” “Life was simpler then.”
We look/think/dream back a few decades and see a time in the rearview mirror when the world was in ever so much better shape.
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.
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?