As some of you who connect with me and follow me know, I was thrown off track on December 31, 2021, with an uninvited intruder, the Omicron Variant of the Covid 19 Pandemic. I made a trip to our local ER where the good folks working New Year’s Eve gave me some tests, several medications
Preparing and beginning another journey, an adventure into solitude. Having been here before, I am welcomed and embraced by an old friend. “Hello darkness, my old friend I’ve come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain
I am a son, a grandson, a brother, a husband, a father, a cousin, an uncle, a brother-in-law, son-in-law and a grandfather. I have been or I am a student, a pastor, a psychologist, a psychotherapist, a professor, an instructor, a teacher, a department head, a coach, a principal, a head of school, a trustee,
What tipped me over the edge this week were the two pictures of elected officials’ families with children holding lethal weapons and the sick joke from one of the parents’ note to Santa, “Please bring ammo.” Enough already, more than enough, over the top. I can opt out of the news and social media and
An early morning walk, on a path, through the trees, along a river, winding this way and that, soft steps in sandy soil underfoot, a few yellow leaves starting to fall from the cottonwood trees. Aware of a slight, cool breeze from the south until turning north, occasional warm sun coming through the treetops. Two
