Every once in a while there are those words that seem to just stick with you and you are struck by their profundity. Perhaps because they relate to a current circumstance in your life, and the weight of them feels like gold in the middle of a recession. At any other time the words would …
And so we must kill
Is there such a thing as a humble fight? Think about that for a moment. Better yet, think about when you fight. With neighbors, friends, siblings, significant others. As we pondered in last Sunday’s writing, ancient words as true to the way of human nature for as long as we have known ourselves, revealed that …
And so we must fight
“When would you say then is the time to fight?” This marvelous question found its way in a recent conversation. Although I gave an answer in the moment, I have found myself still reflecting on the parameters in question. We all love a good fight. Granted there are those personalities that simply withdraw from conflict …
The Celebration of Fear
There it was. A cage of bones, its plastic fingers holding onto the cage door. A single button push and the bones began to shake the cage doors, screaming “Let me out of here!” Eve looked over at me with eyes wide before turning back to the turbulently trembling cage, as though either seeking my …
Leaving Room for the Unplanned
“For a long while I called photography a hobby, and that it was, but my cheap offerings and casual approach almost served as an escape goat to really investing in my craft. This last year I have poured intentionally into this art form and my adoration has only grown with that discipline. I feel I …
The Tactics of Kings
A funny thing happens when we feel our position of conviction and even influence is put under fire. We throw heaps of coals back at the arsonist rather than looking to put the fire out. We have been receiving a handful of pamphlets in the mail, as I am sure you have as well, of …
When I Grow Up
A conversation with a grandparent started simply with this: “Eve, what do you want to be when you grow up?” Her response: “I want to be a person that is kind.” I could probably share every week on the insight I am gleaning from my children. It would seem that although we are at large …
The art of conversation
Words written down can at times make difficult thoughts feel effortless. As a verbal processor, I find that writing allows me to not only process those incessantly spinning wheels, but I can stop, read back, and more fully understand my own inner workings, simply by evaluating what was just penned. Words spoken feel a bit …
Lessons from a two year old
“I just think she wants us to know what she needs without having to communicate it.” No sooner did those words come out of my mouth than Jordan and I looked across the breakfast table at one another and both gave a quick smirk. Our just-about-six-weeks-away-from-two year old has seemed to find it much more …
Plagued by the Self
There is most certainly an irony here. In what has become a bimonthly letter to those that have continued on our Lucrezio mailing list, I shared these below words, speaking of my current inability to keep up with all the endeavors I have put before myself. And here I am, 1:30am with my littlest snuggled …