Recovery. Sobriety. Living Wise.
The only thing that is permanent is impermanence. ~ Buddha Our son and daughter-in-law have announced they’re divorcing. So our family has entered a period of hard times, a period made more challenging in light of three precious grandchildren who’ll need help adjusting to their new world. As grandparents, Marsha and I will do all we can to provide support, as will others in … Continue reading Finding Base Camp
Juggernaut: “Something such as a blind belief or institution, that elicits blind devotion to which someone is ruthlessly sacrificed.” ~ Merriam-Webster Dictionary A juggernaut of magical thinking has descended upon the land and caused many to detach themselves from the real world. This magical thinking has engendered a false sense of empowerment which manifests itself in the thought that through the strength of my will I … Continue reading The Juggernaut of Self Will
This week’s post was inspired by a conversation with Tucker McHugh, a high school classmate who I have known for over 50 years. It was originally posted in December of 2017. I was raised on Wheaties, “The Breakfast of Champions.” Winning defined the purpose of my every endeavor: winning at school, winning at sports, winning with friends. Winning was symbolized by blue ribbons, gold stars, and A-pluses. … Continue reading Failure is a Gift
“It is said that the first storyteller crept at night to listen to the gods talking in their sleep — so each tale collected contained the breath of gods.” ~ Author unknown Every now and again when I’m researching a topic for a post I come upon an ancient fable brimming with wisdom. These stories are like character vaccines intended to fight sicknesses of the … Continue reading A Word to the Wise is Sufficient
I learnedIn the college classTaught by a nun We turn to poetryWhen it’s the only way to touch That delicate, delicate placeFloating somewhere between inside and outside ~ Marsha Hahn Marsha, thank you for your poem and for reminding us that sometimes poetry is the only way to touch that delicate place. Kevin Miller, a poet friend of mine, sent me a poem by Jane … Continue reading That Delicate Place