Don’t Forget Everything You Don’t Know

There is a song by John Prine called One Red Rose. The chorus repeats, What I never knew I never will forget. It is a song of love and the softening of grief. I have been listening to a cover of this song recently. Its simplicity touches me. Have you ever lost...

The Carnival

Most weeks as I prepare to send out our newsletter, I start by looking through picture after picture on the internet – often for a very long period of time. I may or may not have a sense of what I will be sharing, I just look at pictures. Even when I do have a...

As Seen and Heard from the Downtown Transit Center…

On Thurs I was sitting on one of the benches in the DTC and noticed this fellow looking into the bus station. I have seen him before. He stands out to me. I have not yet had the honor of being his listener. As it turned out, last Thurs I sat in the DTC for pop-up...

New Year, Renewed Perspective

When I first came across this picture I couldn’t figure out what was going on. I stared and stared. It just seemed wrong. The interesting thing about that is I have been talking with a friend about how I feel called to write a book on The Way of Failure, as I...

Holding delicate things…

Listening is delicate. Yet it is paradoxical because listening is also quite powerful. The value of being heard (empowered) is sometimes most noticeable when the opposite has taken place – when one hasn’t been heard at all. We are seeing the impact of what...