A Road Well Worn

Today I’m celebrating my 200th blog entry! It’s an amazing milestone to me, why? Because it began with such a small step. What I’ve learned along the way is that this journey that people speak of does not,

Through the Wringer

I’ve sometimes thought that the act of harmony and accord is such a tight-rope performance, having us teetering above a cauldron of fiery emotions that lick at our heels and feeling for all the world like they

Of Mice and Man

I’m reminded that there is a beauty in death that can be overlooked because of the grief experience. The grief takes over and we see and hear nothing else save feel the overwhelming tsunami of pain that comes from

TubB or not TubB

As time goes by I’m more and more convinced that what matters most to us, is not ultimately, what matters most to a single other person in the world. And why is that? Because unless we’ve taken the time to explain in depth to a single other person why we think and

Mr T

Trust can seem so fragile. How fragile? As fragile as a single cobweb strung between the branches of two trees, or a hairline crack in glass that hasn’t shattered completely? Nothing malevolent about that I guess! Maybe, maybe not but

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