“Happiness is being married to your best friend.” I dislike this overdone, sunshiny quote. I dislike it because it short-changes happiness by assuming it’s available only to those who are both married and friendly, and I hate it even more for putting an unfair expectation on […]
I mentioned recently that I’ve found the practice of meditation to be a most powerful tool against the rigors of anxiety. I first considered meditation after reading a book called “How God Changes the Brain”. The authors write in depth about the benefits of various forms of meditation, […]
“If the purpose of life is this loveless toil we fill our days with, then it’s not for me. There must be something better. There has to be.” Brother Sun, Sister Moon, story of Saint Francis of Assisi. It’s been more than a month since my last post. […]
It happens in this way – that one day, you come to realize your hand is rested casually upon the burner of a hot stove, and it’s difficult to determine which tipped you off first – the pain, or the noisome aroma of burning flesh. Life is like […]
I learned yesterday it is possible to domesticate and train zebras. In fact, they can be made docile enough to trust them in close proximity to young children. Zebras are stunning animals to see up close. They are almost otherworldly, the way their black and white stripes display […]
There are those who write and those who call themselves “writers”. They’re known to hold quiet celebrations upon learning to describe themselves this way. I’ve come to find the characterization oddly repellent. For me to find pride in being labeled a writer – it feels like developing severe […]
Some writers refer to writing as the ultimate pleasure, and in some ways, I suppose it is, but not in the way one usually experiences pleasure. It isn’t like the pleasure we get from eating ice cream or laughing or having sex. It is a pleasure more akin […]
The weight of the vessel – that constant burden of the man downtrodden – it grew more burdensome with each robotic step, steps he felt were prone to multiply with the drudgery of each passing day. There were others, an endless line of downcast souls. You and I, […]
Five miles outside Pueblo’s city limits, it began to snow – not the fluffy white stuff that makes a person think of cozy fireplaces and hot cocoa and Santa Claus, but an ugly sort that is something of a cross between snow and ice, such that it becomes […]
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