I was “inspired” by a Sunday morning #SpiritChat on Twitter (October 6, 2019), “The Transformative Energy of Words.” When the chat ended, this idea for a blog popped into my mind. Of all the topics that have been the focus of these chats for the past several years, few have resonated with me more than
Missing the exit, the one indicated by the GPS, we waited for the recalculation. There is so much in that short sentence that applies to the rest of life, I thought of just stopping with that, enough for now. The heavy traffic was proceeding both fast and slow in unfamiliar territory, a multitude of expressways,
Much is said about letting go of a burden in order to lighten our load or letting go of an older, outmoded practice or habit in order to embrace a new and better one. Letting go is not as easy as it sounds, because we may have become attached to what we believe is the
We hear or read about how to have a more meaningful life, one that is more satisfying, more fulfilling, more successful, happier or whatever. If we feel like we’re missing something that we have yet to achieve, what is it? We need to give it a name and if it’s merely a sense of restlessness
Above my work table hangs this painting of five race horses rounding what could be the final turn heading for the home stretch. Every morning, after I get started, when I am in that space, I look at this painting and it gives me a boost and an appreciation for another day to run again.
I turn left off Highway #64, 75 miles north of Santa Fe onto Forest Road 151. 13 miles ahead, at the end of a single-lane, dirt road, lay my destination, a Benedictine monastery where I will spend the next three days, reading, writing, reflecting, meditating, walking and enjoying the surrounding desert landscape bordered by magnificent
