spirit
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Studies in Entropy
I’m not going to lie; this morning’s workout class HURT! It was the same, Monday-and-Wednesday class I do every week. The class is called Forever Fit and as the name clearly implies, it is clearly a workout class for OLD PEOPLE. So, you… Continue reading
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What Do You Want?
If you are a celebrator of Christmas, you know exactly what I mean when I ask, “So… how was your Christmas?” You would correctly assume I am asking whether you were able to get in a little rest and relaxation time,… Continue reading
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Spirit Sculpting
Alright, you caught me. I’ll come clean and admit it: sometimes I have a tendency toward laziness. Yes, I do have the capacity to work hard on a project or goal… sweating (literally and figuratively) every detail. But now and… Continue reading
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The Unbreakable Bubble
Check this out… Shortly after moving to Fort Collins, CO, Joan and I were walking the dogs in nearby Fossil Creek Park. It was early December, but snow had yet to make an appearance. As we approached the base of… Continue reading
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Thanks for those scars
For the most part, I don’t have a lot of scars. (Not that you can see, at least). There’s this one on the front side of my left index finger. That’s from getting it caught on the top of a… Continue reading
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To Be Free
During most years, the topic of freedom is something we trot out once a year… like our Christmas ornaments and tax returns. When the calendar hits early July, we religiously unfurl the red-white-and-blue bunting, light M-80s and Black Cats and… Continue reading
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Right? Or Wrong?
In my life, I’ve been wrong about a lot of things. In the sixth grade, I told Marsha Westbrook I was going to marry her. As this early 90s photo of me and my dad demonstrates, I once thought pleated… Continue reading
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An Innocent Man
In 1984, a drug dealer was shot to death at a gas station in St. Louis, Missouri. The shooter was identified as a light-skinned African American male, 5’5” in height. Police immediately began looking for suspects. Even though Darryl Burton was… Continue reading
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Short and Sweet
“For he knows how we were made; he remembers that we are dust. As for mortals, their days are like grass; they flourish like a flower of the field; for the wind passes over it, and it is gone, and… Continue reading
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Third Rails
Walking away from my mailbox Saturday, I thought back to August 2013. That was when the United States Postal Service – as a cost-saving move – proposed doing away with the Saturday delivery of mail. If you think back, you… Continue reading
Russellings of the Spirit 