I find myself in the middle. Between. What’s happened and what’s going to happen. Memorial Day weekend is a passage, so to speak. Right? Between spring and summer. Which is where I currently am. Sunday evening. Before dinner. Sitting here typing and considering. Jazz playing while my son cooks. There’s a haziness to what’s ahead. … More in between
It’s fairly easy, if you have a bent towards being anxious, to ruin a good day. I’ve found that to be true. It’s also though, truly amazing, that I often experience a day or a portion of a day and think….wow, what a gift! My son graduated college on Saturday, and of course, I expected it … More small gifts
My son graduates college on Saturday. A milestone. A happy occasion. And I am just that. A friend recently asked me how I feel about it. I had to think about it then. Process a bit before I came to the conclusion. Proud. Pleased. Old. Especially old. A song. Over and over in my head. … More don’t think twice
Easter week. I haven’t made it a habit, as of late, to write about the spiritual. Except that I believe everything is spiritual. Everything important anyway. Everything we feel and hope for. And that’s generally what I write about. But specific mention of a spiritual journey. I’ve abstained from that for a while. Mainly because … More human
I was reminded today. If the Church does what the Church was created to do. The neighborhood church. Open the door. Let a kid walk in. Read. Eat dinner or a snack. Listen. Teach a bit even if. Doesn’t matter if the decor looks like grandma’s. Doesn’t matter if the pastor is not a “jeans … More neighborhood church
A couple things….. Sometimes I write. And it’s not exactly my normal blog entries. Sometimes it’s sort of poetry. Sort of not. Because who’s to say what poetry is, exactly. My writings aren’t necessarily Chaucer would be proud material but I’m alright with that. This morning I found myself, out of partial want and partial obligation, … More holy week Tuesday
Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans. John Lennon said it. There’s a bunch of truth there, I’d say. In my experience, anyway. Making plans. Making plans. So many people run around making plans. Making it hard to avoid being placed [or displaced, depending] into their plans. And while, sure, some … More busy making other plans
There are days when I wake up and can hardly imagine getting out of my bed. Small exaggeration, yes. But I don’t want to get up. A slight headache. The knowledge it’s going to be a long day. Probably won’t be done until 8pm. Which for some people is normal but for me it seems late. … More nearly perfect
I spent over three hours this morning in a gym watching kids play basketball. It made me think of my dad. Teacher. Coach. Man who can remember who shot what. Assists. Who’s good. Who needs to works on what. Made me remember him driving boys home. After practices. All the boys yelling… “hey Mr. Glenn”. … More random basketball thoughts
Last week on Sports Center. Bryan Station High School, the high school both my kids graduated from was featured. A buzzer beater shot to win a basketball game. One of those highlight reel moments. They made the top ten. Only a moment. Brevity. But it happened. I went to the Red River Gorge on Sunday. … More highlight reel
Upon a Sunny Day 