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.
2 book series that will expand your world
A book series focuses on a longer story arc or common characters. It’s an opportunity to go on a longer journey and discover the story and its world more deeply.
Going nuclear is back on the table
For a long time, nuclear attacks were expected in any war in Europe. It was part of the fear we lived with.
And now the nuclear attack option seems to be back on the table.
About a backpack
When I was going train hiking in the summer of 1975, I purchased a new external frame backpack.
I had no idea it would still be with me on travels all these many years later.
The old man with the bicycle
Youth hostel. Old man choosing to stay there among all those ‘kids’. I’m glad he did, because I learned great travel lessons that have served me well in the decades since.
All that snow…
Winter x 3. I’ve lived through winters in Sweden and Iowa. With cold and lots of snow. But it’s in Arkansas we’ve just emerged from 10 days of being stuck in snow. Even so, I love winter. And snow.
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.
The one with Maslow
Life is complex and every day we experience a range of different physical and psychological needs and emotions. In ourselves or as expressed by others. How do we make sense of it?