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.
Welcome to serendipity
Happy accidents. Chance encounters or events that lead to things we couldn’t have imagined.
“Serendipity is the faculty of finding things we did not know we were looking for.” — Glauco Ortolano
Escaping the midwinter blues
Winter can be a season of dreariness. Feel gloomy. Feel like it’s lasting forever. Here are 9 tips for beating those midwinter blues.
Now is the winter
Some people would just as soon escape it altogether. Others like it. For the most part.
Winter is a unique time of the year. And a vital part of the annual cycle.
We deceive others to get what we want. We deceive ourselves about what others are truly like.
“Oh, what a tangled web we weave…when first we practice to deceive.” ― Walter Scott.
When in doubt, go to the library
I love libraries. Although for a long time, I didn’t even have a library card. I remedied that failing a few years ago. Fortunately for me, since I love reading and learning new things.
Try to remember…
Memories are what defines us as persons. Sharing memories defines us as a community or tribe. Connects us with others. Helps us know who we are.
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?