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So, This is Christmas at Fifty-Eight
I love the Christmas season. It’s a sensual spectacle for my soul. The yummy treats that appear only once a year, even if my appetite for them is a year-round event. The power of light to pierce the short December days and even longer December nights. The glorious music. The profane and holy, both speaking…
Read MoreBuying, Moving and Owning Nothing
For the last three weeks of my life, everything has been about moving, money and materials. Cardboard boxes, clear packaging tape and cylinders of bubble wrap. The latter as much for the cat as it is for those items we’ve deemed fragile. Our cat not among the fragile, but the treasured. Navigating a regulatory real…
Read MoreReflections on Aging, Life and Death at Fifty-Eight
We are born into an earthly existence that is measured in milestones, memories and moments. A process that begins at birth; recording our arrival time and location. A process that ends with death; recording our departure time and location. Our lives bookended by numbers that simply state our commencement and our closure as the dearly departed.
Read MoreEmpathy for Our Ancestors
Western modern culture has a precarious disdain and a perilous disregard towards those who came before us. A tiresome and treacherous signaling of fabricated and unearned virtue. Born in the privileged life of Western academia. Infecting all our institutions and teaching our children terrible mistruths. Robbing them of the hard-earned wisdom of those who came before, mistakenly believing “we know better.”
Read MoreHalf a Mile a Day
Like so much about my about past, I had wide opinions and narrow views about life. This included politics and people; aesthetics and art; food and fun. Like so much about my now, my life has been transformed through the power of God’s grace and unconditional love for all people; people like me and people…
Read MoreReflecting on My Father’s Passing and Our Last Conversation
This past week marks one-year since my father’s passing. I think about him often and I miss and love him. This seemed like an apt time to share a previously published story* about my father three months before he passed; twelve months after my humbled heart surrendered to God. My heart is filled with the…
Read MoreFinding the Love of My Life: Hint; There’s No Place Like Home
No one is perfect and no one can fully complete us. No person can be all things to us because no person can truly know our heart, but God does. In knowing our heart, God knows us. In surrendering your heart to God, you will find perfect Love. God is Love.
Read MoreHow Asking Why Saved My Life
Why is a tiny three-letter word, but it’s as powerful as any pen and as potent as any prayer. A word and a question that all of us should incorporate and invoke in our daily life. Like any good habit, it can draw us nearer to God and closer to Divine wisdom. A word that…
Read MoreJudgement, Compassion, and Jesus
Judging others is a timeless human pastime. A characteristic that transcends time and terrain. An attribute that easily entraps all people, particularly people of any faith. And each time we judge someone, we diminish ourselves, denigrate others and dishonor God. Throughout any given day, I find myself making judgements about people I know and don’t…
Read MoreBetween Forty and Death: A Birthday Reflection
A life in service to Babylon and a heart in rebellion to God would ultimately betray Don. As I collected birthday after birthday, I could no longer avoid life’s reality of loss and suffering. Realizing I cannot stop the marching of time. It will trample the young and the old. Don Young and Don old.
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