Originally published Wednesday, October 06, 2004 Maps are windows to the past, though many hold a map and pretend they see the future. “Here is where I will go,” they say pointing to a location on a map. That location represents their future to them, but it is actually the past. If I hold a […]
Originally published Wednesday, September 01, 2004 Winters in Montana were never mild when I was growing up there. The snow always threatened to bury the house, or at least cover the windows on one side of the house. One of my earliest memories of winter in Montana was that of a small Franklin stove. God […]
Originally published Friday, July 30, 2004 The first sign a writer is hard up for a topic to write about is the writer begins to write about the craft of writing.. Unless the reader happens to be a writer or aspiring writer, deep rooted boredom will set in. There is no reason to read something […]
I am not a fisherman.
Originally publishedFriday, July 23, 2004 “I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the […]
Once engaged in a conversation with people who believe they have past lives, you’ll quickly discover that the jokes are real. Everyone seems to have been Napoleon, Caesar, Nefertiti, or Martha Washington. Sure, every once in awhile you’ll find someone who claims to be a serf in the Dark Ages who died of influenza while working in the fields, but they are rare. The skeptical mind wonders how so many people could have been Joan of Arc in their past lives.