How I found hope over lunch in Panama.
Tomorrow will be 14 years since Erin and I met on a first date. A kite flies best when someone keeps it anchored against the air currents. Let go of the tether, and a kite flutters away and drifts to the ground. I'm the kite dancing with wind, stretching high. Erin is the boy holding… Continue reading Kite Flying as Metaphor
ARES. We named him after the ancient Greek god of war, who was known as “Mars” by the Romans - their guardian deity. The Italian Mastiff (Cane Corso) breed almost disappeared in World War 2-ravaged Italy, but persisted in some isolated villages and has gradually made a comeback. Ares' ancestors guarded Roman villas and served… Continue reading Ares – the Cane Corso
Remembering a conversation I had in the 3rd grade with Father Rutledge at St. Mary's school in Balboa, Panama. Father Rutledge embodied Santa Claus for me - a rotund man, with rosy cheeks, white beard, twinkling eyes and a jolly disposition. I had just completed Confession and received my "four 'Hail Marys' and three 'Our… Continue reading Father Rutledge
Welcome to Enceladus, one of Saturn's moons. Reminds me of Jupiter's Europa, among other icy moons - a giant egg suspended in space, it's frozen shell believed to hold a vast ocean heated by tidal forces, and with the possibility of the complex chemistry we call "life" swirling inside its amniotic depths. Just waiting for… Continue reading Enceladus
Mom is in good shape! She's 83 now. And look at who is peeking out between us - the Virgin Mary. A couple days ago Mom sat at the dinner table with me, keeping me company while I ate a sandwich. She started crying. "Momi, why are you crying?" I asked. "I still remember you… Continue reading A Mom’s Love
Nonviolence is a powerful and just weapon. [It] cuts without wounding and ennobles the man who wields it. It is a sword that heals." Martin Luther King, Jr. This movie scene from Gandhi still gives me goosebumps. The background to this scene: British imperial overlords outlawed India's domestic salt production. Colonial India was compelled to… Continue reading The Sword that Heals
This week it is being reported that the lost tomb of Miguel de Cervantes has been discovered in Madrid. Cervantes, who died in 1616, is considered "the father of the novel." The news reminded me of a passage from The Ingenious Gentleman Don Quixote of La Mancha that inspires me to look at my own life as an… Continue reading Cervantes on Taking a Leap of Faith