Religion of The Blank Canvass

If we begin with certainties, we shall end in doubts; but if we begin with doubts, and are patient in them, we shall end in certainties. -Francis Bacon

What is it about certainty and expectation that shift as we age? Think about it. We expect a level of certainty when we are young. The certainty of toys, pets, parents, homes, teachers, school. Maybe not everything at once, but for most of us, yes, we come of age trusting in the order of the world. Even if it is as simple as my son’s present philosophy: “I can’t wait until I’m twenty-one and get to be my own boss.”  Okay, at ten he’s a little misguided, but at least he has definite expectations.

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He Lives in You, He Lives in Me

These are the words that make me cry Friday night in the middle of “The Lion King.” I took the twins to see the performance at The Denver Center for Performing Arts. We might just be the only people in America who haven’t seen “The Ling King” in some iteration but there’s a reason.  Seven years after their dad died, my children are only now able to bear the story of Simba’s pain over losing his beloved father and king, Mufusa. Like Simba, Casey and Rebecca’s lives have been forever altered and frankly, they don’t like to be reminded of their loss.

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Bark Is Not For Eating

Things aren’t always as they seem.  Three fresh examples:

Last weekend I had the privilege of hearing the poet and memoirist Mary Karr at my favorite writer’s group, the Lighthouse Writer’s Workshop. Karr remembered the time her son, then a young child, bottled crickets for Mother’s Day. Crickets? Yes, crickets! A perfect gift in the author’s eyes, the memory of which still allows her to access this period in her life when a paycheck literally meant food for the day and heat at night. “Try to manifest those small things that are luminous in your life,” says Karr.

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Five Years Later…A New Place

Place and environment are on my mind.

Last week I was in New York City for my graduate program. Our schedule was jammed tight with publishing meetings, and then I added a few appointments and coffees to round out the experience. I ran from Monday through Wednesday afternoon, right up until the time I dropped onto the plane, still sweaty and wet from hauling my bags in the rainy downpour.

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Four Apples

Scene: A Farmers Market in Denver. It’s a warm September Sunday morning and a young, attractive couple is walking with their toddler daughter who appears to be about two years of age. The wife is holding the little girl in her arms. She, the wife, is very pretty. She wears a jade green summer dress that contrasts nicely with her tan skin and dark, ponytailed hair. This is what I notice first. And then, my eyes dart to the husband, who says in a low yet urgent, pissed-off voice, “But why can’t we get some more apples?”

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Push Your Physical Boundaries

So I am going to build on the theme of my last post, Push the Boundaries.  I’ve received comments and private e-mails from many readers and can see how this concept resonates.

That said, meet Silverster Cain.

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Push The Boundaries

A young widowed friend of mine tells me the other day that at long last she is remodeling her home – the home that her husband purchased before they were married. The home she shares with their seven-year-old son. Lisa loves the house but the structure was feeling cramped, especially the alley kitchen.  “It’s so strange to be tearing the walls down,” she says with a half-smile on her face. “Bart was the cook; this was his kitchen.”

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Soulful Sundays

Today we began a new fall tradition – Sunday afternoon family bike rides.

At ten years old, the twins enjoy bike riding. It’s non competitive (barring the occasional “go faster slowpoke” comment) and they can go at their own pace. We rode our favorite trail today – an eleven-mile stretch of the Highline Canal, through Cherry Hills and Greenwood Village (south of Denver for those of you not from Colorado). It was one of those spectacular early autumn days; the air was crisp with a faint breeze, and the sun, steady and glistening.  The leaves are just beginning to become more golden, lighting the landscape in a warm wash of color.  This is a particularly scenic route we rode with open fields, wood bridges, horses, stately homes and snow-peaked mountains in the distance.

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