Category Archives: writing

Our metamorphosis hurts, because it has to

I stopped what I understood to be a foolish concept of making resolutions at the start of a New Year a long time ago. I exchanged this for a commitment to resolve to build upon what I learned during the confines of each day and carry that into the next. Growth and maturity walks inContinue reading “Our metamorphosis hurts, because it has to”

My corporal punishment was unconditional love

I grew up in the latter half of the 1970’s and the early 1980’s, where corporal punishment was the rule of thumb. My parents scoffed at the concept of sparing the rod, breaking the rod was probably more in line with their philosophy. In retrospect I am grateful that the rod was not withheld andContinue reading “My corporal punishment was unconditional love”

Turning the other cheek on The Duck Dynasty Controversy

Disclaimer… I am humbly pounding out my take on the Phil Robertson controversy on the keyboard with the expectation that this will be one of the shortest things that I have ever written. Let’s see how this goes… I don’t profess to understand the appeal behind the Duck Dynasty phenomenon. Personally, I abhor Reality TV,Continue reading “Turning the other cheek on The Duck Dynasty Controversy”

If you sit on your rump… the world will pass you by.

Silence often brings clarity that I liken to the truth rolling from the very lips of the Almighty. In extracting and giving myself a reprieve from what drains me – I am realizing that clarity is becoming more comfortable with the concept of me. The proverbial fog is starting to clear… I am not aContinue reading “If you sit on your rump… the world will pass you by.”

So I found myself … Now what?

This picture sums up the week I spent on the Big Island. Awe inspiring; breathtaking, invigorating and reflective are some of the adjectives that come to mind. In retrospect, I was lost but was able to find myself here, but up to this point I was shamefully oblivious to the fact that I’ve been wastingContinue reading “So I found myself … Now what?”

Enlisting Father Time as my companion.

It wasn’t unlike the opening minutes of a 12 round fight; circling my antagonist with my guard up probing for any weaknesses that I could exploit to my advantage, but I quickly found there were none at my disposal. Unfortunately for me this foe is unlike any that I have encountered, my jabs will notContinue reading “Enlisting Father Time as my companion.”