Words at 51

My throat's a little scratchy.   I refuse to give the sensation a name (like "cold"), seeing as any malady seems completely inappropriate on a birthday.   But on this May 4, Nashville is under water, people mourning everything from the loss of homes to the hit to tourism, but more importantly, mourning several older residents of …

“Transformation is Possible”

My coaching assignment from three weeks ago was to reflect on what I'd like people to say about me when I die. My report on that reflection is due today, and frankly, though I've put a good bit of time into thinking about it, I don't have it done.  It's a funny question, more troublesome …

Making Worlds

We encounter the world through our senses.   Light hits the eye’s photoreceptors and the optical information starts its split-second journey toward the visual cortex in the occipital lobe, then on to the frontal cortex, and perception begins.   Same with sound, smell, taste, and touch; the various systems involved in each leap into action as stimuli …

Plumbing a Rich and Diverse World

The choices are endless.   Input of imaginative material is ever-streaming:  books, songs, films, adverts, emails, voicemails, snailmail... There are the daily tasks of work and family, hobby and friend, thought and action.  The mental life that Dallas Willard asserts is our life of both spirit and body is ever-present, ever-flowing, ever-full. I said yesterday that …

Run, Lola, Run / Choices, Chance, Outcomes

My small film group watched Run, Lola, Run last night, a 1998 German film in which a young woman receives a desperate phone call from her boyfriend.  He has lost 100,000 Deutsche Mark, and unless he can deliver this enormous amount of cash to his drug-dealing boss within 20 minutes, he will most likely be …