In my last post on dialogue, I left a few questions open for discussion and further review:
“There’s much more to the matter: what else do we desire from conversation? Why are we often afraid
Pleasure has taken a sinful tint, sometime in the past few centuries. Perhaps it has to do with the whole sinful movement to begin with, but I’m not here to preach to the preachers, I’m here
I get it, there are plenty of people out there who are kind, respectful, agreeable, and overall incredibly underwhelming.
We have enough people like that in this world.
In some parts of the world it’s
It’s said so often in many different ways.
It occurred to me this morning that each different way of saying something is like a different language. We can all essentially say the same things: I
I imagine casting a dry fly in a deserted, sandy, rock-banked creek.
The water is aquamarine but crystal clear. I cast a fiberglass rod, firmly and gently. My fly, a mayfly imitation, lands delicately
I met a man who told me a story of everything that mattered most to him. He started with how he came to be a firefighter.
It evolved from a learning experience that revealed to him the value of being
What is it about revelations that are so powerful, so attractive?
I love them. They are literally a part of my day, every day, because I choose so. I enjoy the moment, the a-ha of a discovery.
Mornings are a beautiful time for me, I’ve always had a reverence for them. It’s probably related to being pulled out of bed in time to see the sunrise many mornings of my life (at least during
play while reading
I just need someone to leave me alone
someone who doesn’t call for 3 or 5 days
someone to make me wonder
i need to wonder.
A quick dance with myself
makes me wonder
What about when everything changes and we’re left with remains running through our fingers like sand? Can you raise your hands and see through the holes at the stars that lay beyond? Are you free?