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
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
Does anyone else feel the same way?
My life is series of groovy rhythms and nostalgic love songs.
“I feel pretty good today, like the kool aid I’m drinking is working. About time.” he