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.
Inside out and topsy-turvy
Life suddenly became totally different, overwhelming. How do we cope? Move forward? To change or not to change and if so, what?
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.”
Movies for a long, hot summer
Corruption and crime at the top. • Can we change society? • Peaceful protest, angry violence. • Bringing back great industrial jobs. • Friends forever, for a lifetime. • What if a camera could open up a new world?
Words, meaning, feeling, poetry
I sat at a well-worn table in what used to be a store, now turned into a cultural center of sorts. Listening to a poetry reading. I don’t even remember when I was at a live poetry reading before that.
Train 232 from Copenhagen
Darkening images fly past,
outside the softly vibrating glass.
There’s a draft from the window.
Bags stowed everywhere.
Routines and rituals — good or bad?
What do Jane Austen, Igor Stravinsky, Franz Kafka, Benjamin Franklin, Henri Toulouse-Lautrec, Stephen King, Sylvia Plath and Maya Angelou have in common?
Movies in mid-winter
Blink and be totally lost in this financial shell game. When life falls apart, is there a 2nd act? Faced with a great wrong, what can one person do? A journey out of this world. Mind over matter is just a saying, or?