Learning to kiss again

I watched a movie on the flight home from Norway. Only one line stuck with me “we crap on the ones we love”. I don’t know what it takes, or how long, to pull away the crap and find the core of love underneath the pile we build. But I will keep digging, maybe for a...

Waves of emotions

I am returning from a trip to the West Coast. Jacquelyn and I took my parents to California as a gift to celebrate their fiftieth anniversary. We spent time in San Francisco, and then made our way eastwards into Yosemite National Park. Since first seeing Ansel Adam’s...

Namaste

I am reading a book written by Sharon Salzberg, Lovingkindness: The Revolutionary Art of Happiness. A focal point of her message is that “Love for others without the foundation of love for ourselves becomes a loss of boundaries, codependency, and a painful and...

The euphoric benefits of cold rolling

I have always wondered why the hell I enjoy rolling my kayaks in the Minnesota winter.  It gets fucking cold here, there is no other way of putting it. -18°F, -27°C for the metrically inclined, is the lowest temperature I have paddled in (so far). Wrapped in...

Curiously Absent

I wish my silent absence was due to a period of reflection, or self-development, about which I could wax lyrically. However, instead, life’s curve ball sent me chasing down a path of lay off, searching and reemployment. This was an unplanned adventure caused by...