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In Search of Salted Shrimp
I’m glad I can have an experience of being an outsider, because it’s humbling and hilarious, and one has to be bold to find what one needs in the place where one’s own culture is not king.
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I Have No Idea Where I Am Going
“I will trust you always though I may seem to be lost and in the shadow of death…”
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MapQuest
People like to know where they’re going before they go somewhere. We use our cell phones, the GPS in the car, or an on-line mapping program for even the simplest excursions. There’s something comforting about knowing where you’re going, isn’t there?
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The Hidden Seed
Devastating losses in the temporal world have led to corresponding psychological losses, so that a person experiences a state of nearly complete loss of ego identity and identification with the material world.
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Hello, Traveler
Hello, Traveler. As you make your way along life’s tumultuous highways, it’s important to note that you should always carry a map, have plenty of fuel in the tank, and take frequent rest stops.
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The Guest House
This being human is a guest house. Every morning a new arrival. A joy, a depression, a meanness, some momentary awareness comes as an unexpected visitor.
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Love After Love
You will love again the stranger who was your self. Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart to itself, to the stranger who has loved you all your life, whom you ignored.
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As If It Would Never End
An airport is a vacuum, a place of an unwelcome sort of timelessness where one can introvert and come to three hours later like someone who has been knocked unconscious. I’ve been knocked unconscious. Lately it has been impossible to get the sort of time alone I need. I wonder from time to time this…
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Drudgery
I’ve been doing my blog reading in fits and bursts lately, as I am quite overwhelmed with drudgery and haven’t been in a frame of mind that supports much reading or writing. I notice that many of the bloggers I follow are in that same state of mind and place this time of year, too.…
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Wasp
Church friends who had been abandoning, shallow, or indifferent during Olivia’s illness and death had made me think deeply about what it actually means to be a Christian. Christ-ian: One who is like Christ.
The Third Eve 