What if the treasure isn’t BELOW you? What if it’s ABOVE you? What if it’s simply IN you? Is your perspective so ingrained that you would miss the sign, even an obvious one? What if DOWN is really UP? And UP is really DOWN? What if there is no UP or DOWN, only HERE and … Continue reading
My Christmas tree tells a story about my life. Hand-picked ornaments and heirloom decorations link me to a past that’s been earmarked on an annual basis. Other than photos, I can’t think of anything else that depicts as much of me and my life as what lies within those large cardboard boxes marked “Xmas.” Grandma … Continue reading
“My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?” After reading a book this week on the sometimes debilitating effects of unresolved trauma on a person’s life, I couldn’t help but make the correlation to what is referred to as Holy Week in the Christian faith. This is the week where Christians around the world … Continue reading
What do you say when there is nothing to say? What good are your words when they cannot change the outcome? You say what is in your heart. My heart aches for all of you suffering today. In Boston. In Newtown. In New York City. And on, and on, and on. My heart aches for … Continue reading
Driving in and out of my neighborhood, I’m humbled by what I get to see each day. High atop a hill, about a dozen horses of varying color and size routinely graze on the green grasses California only sees off season. The hills around here aren’t that tall. They spread uniformly across the horizon like … Continue reading
The big story in the local news this week is about a nine-year old boy in East Los Angeles, California, who, equipped with an enterprising spirit and a strong work ethic, had endeavored to create an arcade out of cardboard boxes and strapping tape. He built it last summer and named it after himself: Caine’s … Continue reading
As sometimes happens, my head was full of haphazard clutter today. When I get that way, I often seek something mindless to do to escape my thoughts, but the opposite usually occurs in the process. While engaging in some meditative activity–like cutting back a half-dead tomato patch–my mind is free to work out the mental … Continue reading
Sometimes I feel a bit like Moses coming down from the mountain. On a day when I expect nothing much, I will hike up a mountain and hours later will come down with a collection of words that seem to have been given to me. Today as I hike, taking in the awesome beauty of … Continue reading
