On July 4th, the United States celebrates it’s independence and birth as a new nation more than 200 years ago. Relatively young when it comes to nation, this country has been having a conversation about what freedom means and looks like since it’s inception.
Is freedom the right to do whatever you want?
Is it a home with a white picket fence?
Is it an idea or a philosophy?
We turn to great thinkers of our time and ask what freedom meant to them: Continue reading →
The idea of staring into the eyes of anyone, much less a stranger, is all but foreign to our Western society. We have learned to be wary of strangers, to avoid what is unfamiliar because the unknown can honestly be dangerous.
But is there something we’re losing as a result of our disconnect?
Do we feel like we know anyone and do we feel known? Continue reading →
Long have we told stories about, shared our tears with, sought freedom in the sea.
Returning to those waters is simple with 72% of our earth being covered by water, but do we take this massive, silent treasure for granted?
June 8th is recognized as World Oceans Day and the opportunity to remember our responsibility to our oceans and those residents of the sea is one we shouldn’t take lightly.
Some of our greatest minds remind us what the ocean means and represents: Continue reading →
When the fiddle had stopped singing Laura called out softly, “What are days of auld lang syne, Pa?”
“They are the days of a long time ago, Laura,” Pa said. “Go to sleep, now.”
But Laura lay awake a little while, listening to Pa’s fiddle softly playing and to the lonely sound of the wind in the Big Woods. She looked at Pa sitting on the bench by the hearth, the firelight gleaming on his brown hair and beard and glistening on the honey-brown fiddle. She looked at Ma, gently rocking and knitting.
She thought to herself, “This is now.”
She was glad that the cosy house, and Pa and Ma and the firelight and the music, were now. They could not be forgotten, she thought, because now is now. It can never be a long time ago.
“You’re short on ears and long on mouth.”
We all know how possible it is to be completely surrounded by people and still feel alone.
Physical proximity counts for a lot less if that presence isn’t felt through knowing and being known. At the same time, our brains are receiving and processing information lightning fast. Out attentions dart from a person to our phone to the car driving by to the sound we heard behind us. Listening takes focus. And because of that, listening can be one of the best and easiest ways to convey that you care. Continue reading →
Being really alive.
As springtime arrives and the earth is waking up from a long sleep, we’re reminded of what it means to really live, to really bloom and grow. Everyday you have the option to put yourself on autopilot, to check out of everything happening around you. But what if you really embraced being alive? What would it look like?
I’m not sure who is going to read this, but I do know one thing. It will get to the people who are meant to be called, slightly appalled and never stalled.
That’s you. And you know who you are, so I don’t need to go into great detail to describe you, to yourself, because you already have that description, prescription and inscription infused deeply in your DNA.
Today is Saint Patrick’s Day! Named for a man who was brave and made the most of hard situations, the original Patrick was kidnapped by Gaelic raiders and found God in the years he spent on the Emerald isle. He was able to escape back to his home in Britain only to return to Ireland as an evangelist after becoming a priest.
Are you in a rock bottom moment? Maybe it’s an opportunity waiting to be realized, with out without a little luck! Here are some words of wisdom to bring a little extra shimmer to your Tuesday: Continue reading →
To the beat of my inner talking, and soul stalking. Every step is a detailed and ghostly psychic chalking of my past lifelines, present past-times and future fires.
Oh man. It was an intense time. Past tense. Future tense.
With every step, there was a kind of cleansing. Like walking on white hot coals of regrets. Brutal, but kind. The kind of intensity that happens only a few times in your life, like some greater power is trying to sell you on an old idea, that may be new to you. Who knew? Continue reading →