Rounding the Corner

I was in Nashville for meetings and found a walking trail that surrounded a golf course. A very nice, wide trail that also goes through the woods and crosses a meandering creek. It is a neat path with many bikers, runners, and walkers. The first day I started walking and got to a point where…

Being Alone, Alive

Everyone spends part of their lives alone. Even in the midst of the busiest cities, even when surrounded by people, we can be alone. Starting a job where I work out of our home and travel, I’ve been spending more time alone. It’s different. It’s not that I have much to complain about – it’s…

There’s Change Brewin’ Ahead

Have you noticed how much we talk about the weather?  After the hello’s, it’s usually the first thing we talk about. “Can you believe this beautiful fall weather?” “Got enough snow for you?” “Really need a rain.” (Said like we’ve been a farmer all our life and just returned from a soil moisture test) If…

The End is Near?

Heard a speaker that was predicting the end times.  He emphatically listed all the signs that the apocalypse is near: wars, violence, political decisions, rise in dangerous groups, lack of religious beliefs, and so on. My reaction to these predictors and predictions is – so what?  If you believe the world is ending and you’re…

To Shine – Our Deepest Fear

I’m taking the week off but I thought I’d share a thought: Our Deepest Fear             “Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,…

Fear, Part Deux

I like reading Malcolm Gladwell because he looks at situations from a unique angle or viewpoint.  In his latest book, David and Goliath, he talks about the concept of “remote misses.”  In World War II, the Germans bombed London incessantly. Forty thousand people were killed and a million buildings were leveled or damaged.  Psychiatric hospitals…

Fear

Mom has always been an avid reader. She also has a fear of snakes. So in my younger years I would cut out pictures of snakes and slip them into books she was reading and then wait for the inevitable scream. I also put a plastic mouse in the oven to scare her, but found…