Tag Archive: "navelgazing"
Downtowns are supposed to be places where we can walk, gawk and escape our routine. Make some celebration. Stumble on an odd adventure. And feel the beat of the streets. When traveling—whether to New York…
These could be shocking words. But when my 8-year-old daughter squealed them recently, I chuckled. She was playing with my hair—bored out of her skull while watching her 14-year-old brother play baseball. Again. She had…
Spiritual seekers keep an open mind—and enter open doors. On Ash Wednesday, my car parked itself and my legs followed hundreds of others who were quietly striding over the ice to commemorate the first day of…
Happy birthday to Me. Yep, it’s arrived: The Big 5-Oh.
Now there’s a number that screams for extreme measures. So I made a list of, oh, 50 things I might do to commemorate, celebrate, and…
Away, stress recedes.
Struggles, stuff, lists: washed to sea.
Just for now, all’s cool.
Check out this funny, smart WashPost column that dares to ask: Am I busy? Or am I lazy? Why, exactly, don’t I get those new eyeglasses, pay that insurance bill, and master my iPod?
My…
Michael Jackson is dead. I have a hard time writing that—because he has been in exile for ages and yet can still touch every living person with his amazing music. In this youtube link, even a church…
Some of my more devout readers have been saying, “Hey, Horse: How come you don’t write much personal, emo-navel-gazing stuff lately, like you did before your BreakAway and while you were in the islands?” …
On Day 69—the last day—as we prepare to fly away from Temporary Retirement and Approximate Paradise, some stories stand out. Some days still glow. Some moments feel like sprouting soul-seeds rather than mere memories. Like that Sunday on…
There must be other places as beautiful as St. John, USVI. And if there are, I sure hope to see them before my travels cease. Meanwhile, leaving is not easy. The packing and practicalities stink,…
