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Owning My Place in the World
I am midway through my 69th trip around the sun, and only now am I even beginning to feel really comfortable in my own skin. There is so much more to learn. Of that I am sure. But lately, for what seems the first time, I find myself catching glimpses of my place in...
The Light Still Shines
This morning I felt so small and insignificant. How can I possibly make a difference in the face of such darkness? And then I saw a shooting star, which got me wondering how far away that brilliant light was. Most meteors range in size from grains of sand to very...
How do I feel?
How do I feel? What’s going on in my heart? To be honest I’m not sure. I came awake, heard the news, and started searching for words to describe my reaction. Heartbroken, disheartened, bereft, adrift, frightened, a loss of faith (in my country, in my fellow...
The Ongoing Gift of Grief
I was just reading something that sparked a memory of the grief I experienced when my wife died. And grief, being the multi-faceted thing that it is, then led me down a path of reflecting on then versus now, which then opened up the awareness that I am still “in...
Goblin Valley – Day 3 – evening – photos
This is my last evening in this interesting place. I wandered further south and noticed that it appears the goblins are not as far along in the evolutionary process. It would be fun to come back in a thousand years (or perhaps a million) and see what has become of them.
Goblin Valley – Day 3 morning photos
Goblin Valley State Park in Utah is a most remarkable place. I went for a walk at sunrise (before the heat) and was (once again) inspired!
Unexpected Surprise
I’m only a week into my big road trip, and already there’s been a surprise. Well, actually, there have been several surprises, but at the moment I’m paying attention to one in particular. It’s been 14 years since my wife, Veronica, died. She is never really very...
When Spirit Shows Up
I had a remarkable experience at Dance Camp last night. We had a talent, no talent show (Rumi Cafe). For my contribution, I played my Native American style flute. Before I played, I told the story of my late wife Veronica, who always encouraged me to play. She was...
Roadtrip Adventure
This morning I take off for a big road trip adventure. I won’t be back in Boulder until early September. Along the way I will have the joyous privilege of spending time with 5 daughters, all but one of my grandkids, both of my siblings, and numerous friends. I will...