From the category archives:
Sometimes it is better to keep some secrets to yourself, but at other times the truth simply needs to be told. Thus, now that I’m getting more mature and can make rational decisions on my own, I’d like to share this revealing story with other believers or non-believers.
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Let’s get one thing clear: I’ve never learned the finer points of meditation. Granted, when I was homeschooling my sons, we’d open the day with something that looked right: we sat cross-legged on pillows, set the timer, and closed our eyes for 5 minutes. But you can bet there was little or no “inner work” going on at all. (It did calm them down though, and we were able to focus on our studies better – so who knows?!)
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In January of this year, I sat down to create a vision board for the coming months. Anyone who has tackled one knows that you’ve got to sit quietly, and listen closely for the voice of your inner being. It may have taken a few hours, but that’s what I did – and I was immediately struck by the differences between last year’s vision board and the one I created for this year.
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On my very first evening in Greece, my friend and I were walking through the main square of the charming seaport town of Nafplio on the Peloponnesian peninsula, enjoying the soft air and the sights and sounds of children playing a makeshift soccer game, weaving around the benches where the town elders relaxed, laughing as they chased the ball, dodging the couples strolling arm in arm or pushing baby strollers. In the growing dusk the lights of the restaurants around the square glowed a welcome, which was extended by the banks of chairs and tables cozily arranged under canopies, conveying more of a feeling of a living room than a formal dining area.
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Freedom is a question of perspective. And the border that divides Mexico and the United States is a prime example.
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“What are you going to study at Sydney University?”
This question (our conversation was in French) came from my father, a man whose wisdom, insight and perceptiveness had come partly from his reading but more so from experience. A boy during the Russian Revolution, he had been deracinated by that event, winding up in France where he took part in the campaign of France in 1940 as a young soldier in the French army.
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