Russellings of the Spirit

story

  • Yes. You do have one

    So… what is your story?  You’ve got one, you know. It’s sitting right there, just behind your corneas.  I say that because in many ways, your story works exactly like the lens in your eye. Every beam of light in… Continue reading

  • “The Beast Tamer”

    “OK. That’s it,” I said to myself. “Today is the day!” My exasperation with the state of the hedge along our back fence finally hit the breaking point last Friday. I headed to the garage in search of the hundred-foot-long… Continue reading

  • Me and Rosie and the GOM

    Fort Collins, Colorado – the place where Joan and I moved last November – is a friendly place. And when I say friendly, I mean VERY friendly. Actually, I have an introverted friend here who loves almost everything about Fort… Continue reading

  • The Guatemalan Giggle of Grace

    In my life, moments of grace have come in many different forms. The compassionate word. The gentle glance. The understanding touch. The sweet smile. My heart will always reserve a special place for that day when grace came in the… Continue reading

  • The man on the bench

    I almost missed him, and thereby, his invitation. The low, one-story building came slowly into view on the left as we drove through Hays, Kansas earlier this week. The building was made of red brick with a corrugated metal roof.… Continue reading

  • Adversarity

    One of my favorite radio programs is a public radio show called The Moth. If you have never listened to it, you should. Here is a link to the website: https://themoth.org. The Moth is people telling stories. Nothing more. Nothing… Continue reading

  • Stories and Suitcases

    I’ve always said, if there’s a suitcase, there’s a story. Rosie and I were out on our afternoon walk through the neighborhood today. I tried to coax her onto a little longer route than we normally take, but she wasn’t… Continue reading

  • More than skin deep

    “Hey… is that a tattoo?” The question caught me off guard for a moment. I was sitting there in my car, arm extended, offering my credit card to the woman in the cute little tollbooth there at the front end… Continue reading