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“God, keep me safe. Keep Weston safe. Teach me what You want to teach me. Prove my mom wrong. Help me meet the people I’m supposed to meet. Don’t let me embarrass myself. Give me the strength to do this whole thing.
August 28,
I had wanted to get fifty miles in the first day, but we managed only twenty-two.
Those days had stretched into ages, my mind so awake that every foot of every mile was noticed and relished.
Knowledge alone is like an unearned memory, mostly forgotten. Just facts and two-dimensional images.
Santa Barbara, but I don’t think I would raise my children there. I’m not sure any of us are at our best living in paradise.
A dream of being a creative, or an executive, or a father. A dream is the myriad ways we could be fulfilled in life using our talents to make beautiful things. But then there are goals. Goals are specific guesses at what we could do or become to fulfill our dream. Dreams are like a compass that points in a general direction, and goals are the islands in the ocean along the way. Goals are just guesses at where to make a home, and when they aren’t right, we try another.
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Vicente Fernández!” he said, springing up in his chair. “He is El Rey de la Música Ranchera!
what moral weight does being the beneficiary of my dominant culture place on my shoulders?
opportunity to receive the kindness of a stranger,
can still see him sitting there, focusing harder on that YouTube video than I’ve ever been focused on anything in my life.
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But by thirty, I had built a life good enough to miss.
the way being in love fills your thoughts with the beloved.
I am on this bike, on my spirit quest, in the desert wilderness, I thought. This is where people have revelations. This is where I must learn.
Humans want few things more than to belong.
There is a reason why organized religion has billions of human beings—the majority of us—under its spell. It is because it benefits us. And if it benefits us, it must have truth in it, some clues to the workings of the universe. If it didn’t, it would be unspreadable. And its best trick is to hook you with its beauty, and demand you drag with it all the rest.
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At dusk, when the bus finally pulled into Nexpa, we felt like cheaters but we didn’t care. Who were we cheating? We made the rules.
But what am I destined for? Only time will tell.”
Sometimes love sneaks up on you, doesn’t it.
I. I wonder how many millions of relationships are alive because of this, avoiding conversations.
The intention and effort was what built character.
I could return to the bike, knowing that all the comforts of home would be waiting for me when I was ready.
“They are coatis!
Human beings are lovely and kind.
Salento, a coffee-growing village in the mountains famous for its attractive buildings and surroundings.
Visit
It felt wonderful to be around family.
I can relate, like when we were biking from Prague to Vienna
Luke and Anna were canoodling and being cute. They were always like that—one of those married couples who actually like each other, and continue to.
Exposure to them seemed to expand what she found acceptable. It reaffirmed my belief that exposure creates empathy.
the Christ story is God’s humble way of reaching out to us, saying things a little too plainly, even brutishly, in order to have a relationship with us.
We’d processed relationships, family drama, philosophy, and life together for years.
Michelle an Kathryn and Natasha
We should thank our parents for bringing us into the world. Thank the oxygen in our lungs. Thank the journey of our life, no matter how hard.
Im thankfil for the warmth of the sun amd thhe sound of the ocean
Each day of hiking felt like a little life all its own.
ecstatic.
License plate idea
For so many months I had seen no shape or end to it.
I’d forgive myself just about anything if I felt anonymous.
She seemed to love him without needing him.
They had been dating over a year, and it was so clear that they fit together. Easily. Without fireworks. Just a key in the door and it opened without even a creak.
Exposure to human stories reminds us that we’re all human. I mean real exposure. Listening, hearing. Not pointing from across the room. Engaging.
My brother, his angelic spirit and perfectly matched wife, I love them so!
goals help us get a lot done. But they often remove our attention from the experience to the achievement.
