LIMITING YOURSELF CAN BE DANGEROUSLY BORING.

Supposing this; everything material and idealistic that you personally desire can be attained. What will this feel like as we sit upon our quixotic mountaintop? Will we look out at the world and say “Aha! I have arrived!!” or will we look across the valley and see another mountain to climb?

MAGIC 8 BALL SAYS...

There is a magic 8 ball on my daughter's desk. I shake it and ask if I will be able to write tonight? "Outlook Good" it says.. and so I click clack away at the keyboard in an effort to throw the dust off my heart.  Things have been good here but hard...

WILL YOU TURN AROUND?

When I locked eyes with him and saw the chalky line of the tear stain down his brown cheek, I felt the pain in his soul. Handing him the five dollar toll,  I only had a few seconds to communicate that my heart hurt for him.  Driving away, I kept asking myself, “Do I exit and drive back over the bridge and exit again so I can drive back and ask if he is okay? But I already knew that he wasn’t... 

THERE ARE NO SHORTCUTS TO COMING FULL CIRCLE.

A circle is miraculous. And I cannot help but see the the undeniable correlation between the quantitative mathematical certainties of nature to my life, as well as yours. I have always seen my life as circular, coming from a point of innocence and traversing and radiating in many different directions that equated to the same place. 

THE MAN IN MY CLASS

The first day of a new semester is always nerve racking, exciting, and full of possibilities. Who doesn’t love the unknown, especially when 23 of 24 hours of your day is predictable?  Today as I walked on campus for the first time this semester I felt strangely out of my own body.  Time froze as I stood in the midst of all the young bodies, full of anticipation as they rushed in herds to their classes, chatting excitedly, and walking purposefully.