A few years ago I talked about sad conversations I had with friends, from my past, who were atheists. And I said those conversations were sad “because so many (if not all) atheists believe when you die, that’s it.” Darkness. Nothingness. No R.I.P. They say that when you die, all that is you ceases to be. And it makes me sad for them because … The rest of the story…
Allegory. Metaphor. Simile. I enjoyed learning about those words, and what they meant, in high school English composition class. And I love to find ways to use each one. It was mostly allegory that helped me tell the following story in a story. With a little more from Mr. Metaphor. I wrote this after reading an article about an ill-fated trip down the Colorado … The rest of the story…
The world is a very serious place to me now. I wrote that on my blog over 11 years ago. And, as you might imagine, it’s an even more serious place now. But I don’t wanna finish this last Tuesday of September 2024 all dreary on ya. I’ll just share the little story and explanation from back in 2013. Oh yeah, there’s also a … The rest of the story…
She played the song many times on that Hi Fi record player from the 60’s. And she said it was one of her all-time favorites. I was a young whippersnapper. So, I had no idea that the piano instrumental of a song called “Autumn Leaves” had been a number one hit on the Billboard charts. But that’s what I found out today Roger Williams’ … The rest of the story…
You’re probably never gonna grab a needle and thread and sew anything. So, on the surface, maybe what I’m about to say won’t interest you at all. But bear with me. Because I’m gonna connect a needle and thread to God. “I call that mighty bold talk for a one-eyed fat man,” you say, quoting a line from True Grit. OK, setting my fragile … The rest of the story…
Now and then, with a keyboard or pen, I go back where I’ve been. That’s what I say now. And “then” I said this: I find it difficult to write anything without trying to make it rhyme in my head. Or without pondering the rhythm of the words. It isn’t obsessive. But it IS almost constant. And dare I make a mention of the … The rest of the story…
I know you’re a busy person. You’ve got appointments. Calls to make. And people to see. Not to mention (but I will) mouths to feed and broken things to fix. And you gotta do all this while bad things happen all around the world. It’s maddening. It’s saddening. And it’s almost more than a mere human being can bear. So, you might not have … The rest of the story…
Lily was here. That’s what she wrote, with her finger, in the sugar-like sand of the west Florida beach. And she sat there, doodling, for a couple of hours. Alone, with only her trepidation. Yeah, that was the word. She remembered when she first heard that word. Back in high school. “That’s me, alright,” she thought. Miss Trepidation. Some might call it butterflies. Others … The rest of the story…
I’ll say it right up front. I’m for it. I believe it’s good to encourage yourself. Just as it’s good to encourage others. So, don’t misinterpret what I say about the following “psychological” advice. Because it’s easy to encourage yourself into selfishness. Here’s a definition of selfish, right out of (gasp!) a dictionary: lacking consideration for others; concerned chiefly with one’s own personal profit … The rest of the story…
Rest in peace. Three simple words. And probably a large percentage of people who say those words actually mean them. In other words, they aren’t just something to blurt out without any thought of the meaning. But there’s also a large percentage of people who just speak the words. Because it’s crucial to rest in peace before you die. Otherwise, you might spend an … The rest of the story…