a Tribute to Dad … (12/08/11)

As I mentioned in my previous post, I don’t really make a big deal about my own birthday anymore … After all, I don’t feel like I did anything “special” on this day those few years ago that merits ME being honored … Rather, it was my mother & my father who “did the work” […]

a Tribute to Mom … (12/08/11)

I don’t really make a big deal about my birthday anymore … After all, what did I do on this day those few years ago that merits ME being honored? Nothing really … Rather, it was my mother & my father who “did the work” that day — it is they who deserve to be […]

Greetings from the Road … (09/29/08)

“Thinking today about how Time & Space somehow “stretch” while on a pilgrimage of this magnitude/length … In the beginning of each day, before my personal walking-cadence is found (and before fatigue sets in), there is the normal stream of thoughts and ponderings.  There are also more pilgrims around, and therefore more friendly conversation … […]

Greetings from the Path … (09/27/08)

“Today´s entry is dedicated to “the Pilgrim Family” that develops as one undertakes such a Journey with others … It seems that, regardless of our different walking tempos and cadences, many of us tend to meet up both during the day and at the end of our days.  And every time we do so, there […]

on letting go …

from Pastor Dan Lewis: In early July of 2005, I sat at a coffee shop in Kona with a friend. Our Bibles were opened on the New Testament and over several hours, our conversation swayed tither and fro around our understandings of those good words. We finally relaxed into a silent moment following a lively […]

To be a Gump …

Last summer I was fortunate enough to live in the great city of Chicago.  While no fan of large cities at the time, I quickly fell in love with “C-Town” — precisely because the parts of town I frequented were (purposefully?) organized to provide local residents the feeling of living in much smaller, more intimate […]

Peace in Action (03/26/08) …

“These days, Dharamsala feels alternately like a temple and the seat of revolution. At times it feels like both. Every morning, thousands of Tibetans, young and old, those born in Tibet and those born in exile, march down the hill from the market of McLoed Ganj, shouting in English for justice and human rights, for […]