I need to remember my Boston etiquette… An old fellow held the door for me at a restaurant. I thanked him but he didn’t hear me. So he walked off mumbling what sounded like an Irish curse or worse. So when he sat down I walked over to him
The river moves like a slow hymn, Carrying the weight of silt and sorrow, Its banks hold the footprints of those Who fled, who fought, who loved in shadow. ~James Wright
Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that
This video says what I have been saying for years… If Christianity is true, and truth is universal, then anyone should be able to see it. (Rom 1:19,20) Stoics taught that virtue is the highest good and that we should live according to our true nature. Since we
In every leaf, in every stream, God’s glory weaves a holy dream. The mountains rise, His strength proclaim, The stars at night, they sing His name. The whispering breeze, the ocean’s roar, Reflect His love forevermore. In nature’s heart, His voice is clear, To those who pause
Explanation by AI about how humans are surprised in a dream. The experience of being surprised in a dream is a fascinating phenomenon that stems from the complex interplay of different brain regions and processes during sleep. To understand how one part of the brain can "surprise" another,
On the banks of Cuyamaca, where sunlight spills, Fresh fish prepared beneath the rolling hills. The lake’s soft ripples hum a gentle tune, Reflecting sky and clouds of afternoon. A brief respite, where time does not run, On Cuyamaca’s banks, beneath the sun. Each bite, each smile, a
“Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.” Matthew 5:48 “If you live in the Logos, you will come to a different sense of yourself than the materialist. Instead of feeling that your desires are real while moral rules are restrictions on your authentic nature, you will find
Blossoms fall in silent grace, Pink petals strewn, a fleeting trace, They blanket earth in spring’s soft art, A missive hymn to nature’s heart. The world breathes here, in mist and bloom, In breezy songs and soil’s perfume, And I, a guest, dissolve, abide, Where wild things
Early morning ride before the sun comes up Cold misty mountains Dewey damps, some drizzle The sky lightens. Hints of sun. Warming Small town diner. Gray hairs. Full of farmers. Callused hands. Working men. Fellowship of brothers. Discussing events of the day. Laughter. These are a few of my favorite
A tranquil sea, whispers of peace, Pacific breezes that never cease. The sun dips low, a golden thread, Painting the waves in amber and red. Seagulls drift on currents unseen, Guardians of this quiet scene. Deep calls to deep in this watery place, Echoing the beauty of nature’s grace.