We come to know ourselves better over time, or that is a possibility, based on whether or not we have chosen to invest some of our time in responding to the maxim Know Thyself. That well-known imperative is inscribed in the forecourt of the Temple of Apollo at Deplhi and was often cited by Socrates
The story starts early (1937) with my parents and their connection to a community of faith in the small town where I was born and spent the first 18 years of my life. The church was called The First Congregational Christian Church. I don’t know why it was called First since there wasn’t a second
Luis Hernandez looked at a broken gate he had fixed for us and said, “There, now it’s more better.” While that may seem redundant or grammatically incorrect, I grew to like “more better” as I believed it summed up what we need on many fronts, “more better.” I am indebted to Luis for this insight
My maternal grandfather was a descendant of the gatherers. He was a forager in the woods, especially in late Summer and early Fall for berries, nuts, mushrooms and paw paws. He also gathered many other things including “pieces of string too short to save.” He would put them in a shoe box with that written
Two friends in British Columbia and I, in Arizona, share information, links to some amazing, creative projects, and some whimsy in the form of poems and stories. Not long ago, one of them posted the following 3 lines of poetry: “Oh, to read what he has read regarding red…o” I pondered the words
One of my favorite hymns was written by Jane Laurie Borthwick in 1819, an old Scottish hymn set to a familiar tune, “Ora Labora” by T. Tertius Noble in 1918. Noble was an English born organist who moved to the United States and eventually was the organist at St. Thomas Episcopal Church in NYC. Borthwick
