Russellings of the Spirit

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  • SAVED

    Passengers on the Titanic knew it. Jews living in the ghettos of Warsaw in 1939 knew it, too. No one knows it better today than the citizens of Ukraine. It certainly was a routine part of the consciousness of people… Continue reading

  • Excluded

    They were all there.  Standing close. Knowingly nudging each other. Laughing.  Sharing so much more than space and time. They were sharing themselves. It was the place I desperately wanted to be but couldn’t. I watched them and ached.  Left… Continue reading

  • Keeping Score

    Do you keep score?  This past weekend, I was surprised to pause and consider how much time I have devoted to this nefarious activity. I kept score as the U.S. Men’s national soccer team went down in defeat in the… Continue reading

  • Remembering

    “I’m sorry. I forgot.” If I had a shiny new quarter for every time I’ve uttered those words in my life, I would be a moderately well-off man.  And although I am getting up there in total birthdays, I can’t… Continue reading

  • Left-Handed

    I am left-handed. [I’m not really, but play along with me here. OK?] I was born this way.  Very early in life, my parents noticed my left-handedness and were ashamed. They believed it reflected poorly on their skills as parents. “Your… Continue reading

  • Why I Pray

    Back in the day, (to be perfectly honest, WAAAAY back in the day), the group Lovin’ Spoonful sang a song that asked the musical question, “Do you believe in magic?” If John Sebastian and his bandmates asked me that today, I would have to say, “NO.… Continue reading

  • Set Straight

    I don’t know if you heard or not, but Tuesday of this week was kind of a big day. Of course, I am referring to the fact that Tuesday was the day Patrick (the dog) and I made our visit… Continue reading

  • Practicing Peace

    [Trigger warning: today’s blog post deals with death. You might want to give it a pass if that topic unsettles you. No judgment here.] I do some volunteer work here in Fort Collins, Colorado with the local hospice organization. (Did you… Continue reading

  • Where the Hush Falls

    So many lessons learned. So many yet to learn. Learning anew as the street’s stillness enveloped me. As Patrick (the dog) and I took our customary morning stroll, we listened and we heard… … nothing. Then a leaf fell from… Continue reading

  • Part II: The Question I Wanted to Ask the Imam

    In yesterday’s installment (which you can read here if you so desire), I talked about a Q&A session I had with a Turkish imam on a recent tour. If you read that post, you will also remember that I talked about the… Continue reading