Russellings of the Spirit

life

  • A Changed Life

    Several years ago, Joan and I took a little vacation trip to Orcas Island. In case you are not familiar with it, Orcas Island is located squarely in the middle of the Straits of Juan de Fuca in the Puget… Continue reading

  • 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

  • Plagued by Purpose

    There was a time… I remember it well… when the answer was so simple, it wasn’t even necessary to ask the question. Those were the days when you only had to look one branch down on the family tree to… Continue reading

  • Short and Sweet

    It was a great visit with the granddaughters. Three of them – two 14-year-olds and one 12-year-old – went back home yesterday after five raucous, fun-filled, tiring days with us here in Fort Collins. Even though we both waved good-bye… Continue reading

  • Risky Business

    What do you consider the riskiest thing you have ever done? Back in the early 90s, I started my own business. It was a little advertising and public relations agency based in Kansas City. But here’s the thing: I really… Continue reading

  • Testing… Testing…

    Fall is many things. Fall is cooler weather. Fall is turning leaves.  Fall is back-to-school, pumpkin spice EVERYTHING, football, turning leaves, wardrobe revision, Halloween, the end of mowing, and the roll-out of next year’s new auto models.  But most of… Continue reading

  • My Own NGH List

    Last night the newly-crowned, 15-year-old champion of the show, American Ninja Warrior gazed earnestly into the camera and assured me, “Hey! If you can dream it and work hard, you can do ANYTHING!” “REALLY?” I replied, reaching to my left for another handful… Continue reading

  • A Question of Purpose

    Say hello to Rosie and Patrick. I am quite jealous of them. And no, not just because their days consist entirely of eating, sleeping, walking, and pooping… although that does seem like a pretty sweet gig. No, I am jealous… Continue reading

  • Should we be nice?

    Today, while taking the dogs for a walk in the park, I saw a hand-painted sign leaning against a fence. It was big… probably four feet high and six feet wide. Every letter on the sign was painted a different… Continue reading

  • “I Surrender!”

    Like many men of my age, I was quite the little warmonger as a child. My friends and I loved to do nothing more after school than get together in the big field behind Jeff and David’s houses and play… Continue reading