In a small town, you can operate on trust and honor. What a gift.
And so I practice turning people into trees. Which means appreciating them just the way they are.
He said he does everything he can to throw each pitch to the best of his ability, but once it’s left his hand, he assumes he’s done his part – what happens next is beyond his control.
Somewhere deep in my primal instincts, it felt personal – like a mighty, conscious force was displaying its power to make a point.
The more digital technology leads us to expect a friction-free life, the less and less able we will be to deal with other people — those pesky humans just don’t seem to respond to our desires as quickly and easily as our beloved devices.
“Out with the old, in with the new” is a common phrase in our culture. But there are times when we should question it.
Solstice and the sacred stories of the season remind us that there are endless points of light waiting to be revealed in “due time.”
Being on spiritual journeys involves something more than just covering distances. It’s about trusting what we cannot see and relying on resources beyond our control.
Hard as life can be, and no matter how “ornery” we may feel, the gift of Christmas comes to us anyway.
Maybe our whole life is just a series of “impressions” as we try to capture important moments in the changing light.
Trees are a common source of shelter and safety, and therefore an ideal place for contemplation. But maybe there’s more to it than just protection from the sun.