Would you rather love the more, and suffer the more;
Or love the less, and suffer the less?
That is, I think, finally, the only real question
The Only Story – Julian Barnes
Dear Grandson,
The cover is made of black linen, feeling pleasantly fuzzy to the touch. His grandson, a blue-eyed, brown-haired body of energy and imagination just shy of two years old, hadn’t yet mastered the zipper … Read More
“Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence”
Astrophysicist Carl Sagan
Dear Grandson,
This letter is about me. I’m struggling everyday with my ancestral, instinctual nature of emotion, which in this case is the battle between fight or flight, the former dominating the latter. I’m angry. Very angry at circumstances of which I have no control that have a devastating effect on people I care about deeply, blood relatives and closest friends, … Read More
Dear Grandson,
“Today you are you! That is truer than true!
There is no one alive who is you-er than you!”
Dr. Seuss
You are a wonderful creation that stretches back to the beginning of time, the chain that precedes you is unbroken. Your DNA is a record of that journey that has taken 4 billion years of trial and error that resulted in you. According to author Adam … Read More
Dear Grandson,
In your journey, you will be faced with an awkward question, “why did I do that?” You will be bewildered by your decision to say or do something that in retrospect may appear to have been irrational, insensitive or outright stupid.
In many cases, the “why” will be answered by acknowledging two of the most common fears we must all overcome; the fear of not being good … Read More
Dear Grandson,
You will be introduced to a word that will become a very familiar and important word to understand on your journey to building self.
Freedom. Read More (more ...)
Living in Southern Wisconsin, farming country, and having participated in numerous harvests as a kid driving tractors and hauling overflowing wagons to the grain bin, I thought of the harvest as a season of taking what is rightfully ours. We owned the land, planted the seeds, and paid for the fertilizer. We owned it. What was lost on me then was The Honorable Harvest.
The Honorable Harvest, as taught … Read More
