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Archive for October, 2011
Breathing Free
A fall cold has me conscious of my breathing. Lozenges, syrup, puffers and antihistamines combine to keep me functioning. Hiking with friends who kept up a good pace had me really thinking about this as I huffed and puffed to keep up – breathe in healthy air, breath out infection. More >
Spiritual Optometry
At a recent eye exam, the optometrist told me that a cataract is developing that will increasingly cause fuzzy vision in my left eye. Apparently I will notice an increase in glare when I drive at night and at some point the fuzziness will be apparent even in normal light. It is not a big deal and minor surgery can correct it.
This physical flaw in my eyesight is not that far removed from my inner journey. Spiritual cataracts no doubt form and I am not even aware that my view of the world is being filtered through an unclear lens. More >
Why Is Gratitude Hard?
“Why is it that so many of us struggle with gratitude?” a friend responded to last week’s reflection. We played a bit of email tennis exploring this question. More >
Ignore What’s Behind the Door (2)
I emerged from my mother’s womb “like every person born enters the world: with clenched fists”. This line early in Ann Voskamp’s lovely book one thousand gifts (Zondervan) grabbed my attention last week.
I mentioned the door to my musty fruit cellar – how finally opening it and cleaning the mess behind it gave me great pleasure. Thanksgiving weekend gave me a chance to crack another door I get pleasure from opening – but not often enough. More >
Ignore What’s Behind the Door
We’ve renovated and upgraded our 20 year old house since we moved in three years ago. Except for one little spot – the fruit cellar behind a door at the bottom of the stairs – I just couldn’t face it.
A few weeks ago I tore out the old shelves, concrete blocks, musty stuff from the previous owner’s wine making and the accumulation of dust and cobwebs- on the trip to the dump I felt quite righteous, even cleansed. More >
