Nov 18, 2019
One of my earlier memories is from a dirt clog fight with friends in Kanas. Picture a snowball melee with dried clumps of dirt. In our childhood enthusiasm, one of my friends pegged me in the face … with a rock hidden at the center of the soil. Ouch! While...
Nov 13, 2019
“The rain told me a secret this morning,” “It wants to let you in on it too,” she shared. So, outside I sat, quieted, receptive, and slowed, Listening to the murmurs of small splashes. As I settled, the waterfall of noise resolved, Into...
![Enlightenment is the Journey from My & Mine to Our & Ours]()
Nov 8, 2019
Cheers Beloved! I wonder if the terrible twos are because that’s when kids start thinking and acting in terms of “my” and “mine”? What’s more, I’d ask if as a society we live stuck in our terrible twos? Seriously! The more...
![Enlightenment is the Journey from My & Mine to Our & Ours]()
Nov 1, 2019
Cheers Beloved! My first memories are from Germany. My dad was in the Army, so I lived in Western Germany twice before I turned 12. Growing up in a foreign land, living under the threat of nuclear war, having to stay inside because of Chernobyl, watching soldiers...
Oct 7, 2019
Since my eyes became crooked from slipping off a cliff and smashing my face into a boulder 11 years ago (you should see the rock!), I’ve noticed kids who are too young to know “better” will often stare at me without shame for a laughably long time....
Recent Comments