I know some kids who know some things. I know kids who have not forgotten their in-born innocence, boys who play with dolls and girls who rule their own lives. I know a nine-year-old who played while her dad was at work. When Dad came home, he high-fived her, “you were awesome today.” I asked,… Continue Reading
Dad. He was right. Maybe 40 years ago, as I trained for a marathon, my right hip started to ache. But “I must run ten miles this week, 12 coming up soon. I must push on.” Mid-runs, my body would burn to quit. But no. My mind insisted, “Go. Take Aspirin. Ignore the pain.” The… Continue Reading
Years ago, I counseled a young couple, both more aware than most about the risks and rewards of sexual activity. They asked lots of questions. I listened. They both talked. “We want this. We don’t want that. This makes sense to us, but how does that sense?” They used the pronouns, “we” and “us.” Mature,… Continue Reading
People create, whether works of art, simple meals or wood piles chopped and stacked. In these special places which also provide comfort, we receive intuitive messages and birth our imagination. Writers sit at desks to write. Woodworkers bustle around their shops. Crafters lean over their workbenches. Composers delight at their pianos. We enter our meaning-making… Continue Reading
Have you heard the story of the man who glanced at a coiled rope, assumed it a snake and jumped back, panicked? Have you heard the tale of a monk who lived for decades in a cave and who painted on its walls? For years, he worked to create a picture of a floor-to-ceiling tiger with… Continue Reading
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