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.
From the Statue of Liberty to London’s Wembley, via Seattle
Man and woman meet, connect, fall in love. One small hitch — they’re both engaged to others. Star-crossed lovers? Or is there a way to be together after all? We have a story!
The dream job
I landed my dream job as a video and film producer with a growing production company, located in a medieval castle, complete with a moat. Perfect, right?
So why did I leave after just a few months?
Labor Day is about celebrating workers. Because if nobody worked, we wouldn’t eat, have anywhere to live or much of anything else. Labor makes life possible.
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.”
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.
I moved to a new country
The first time I arrived in Iowa City, Iowa, where I was moving from Sweden, I almost turned and ran. It was 2 am. I was fresh off a Greyhound bus. Right in front of me was a huge sign “Road Closed” and torn down buildings…