I just returned from a two-week hiking trip to England and Wales. Hiking is not a natural activity for me without golf clubs. I am the guy muttering, “I think I can, I think I can” on the trail. Yet, trekking along paths between villages travelers have crossed for thousands of years was uplifting, inspiring, invigorating, and spiritual.
Perhaps each of us should reflect on how we spend our time, and make sure our moments are shared with those who care about us, not lecture to us.
Looking back on my life, there are few big things I would do over. My regrets as an adult often center on the little things I could have, and should have, done as a young person, but didn’t.
May we remember those not with us on this Memorial Day, say a simple thanks and remember the positive they brought to each of our lives.
When someone suggests I try a new adventure, I’ll keep my mind open to the possibilities of growth and change a never-tried-before experience can bring. And run away from my norm for a change toward the new experience.
To my wife’s chagrin, once in a while I pick up hitchhikers. Not those who are clearly crazy or have a weapon visible; usually appropriately attired folks in pouring down rain. I probably started doing this because of my pal Pete, who hitchhiked from New Jersey to Cincinnati during college. Pete is worldly, smart, a wonderful guy to spend time with. Maybe a good psychiatrist would say I assume all hitchhikers are like Pete. Unfortunately, they aren’t.
There is an old saying attributed to Mickey Mantle: “If I’d have known I was going to live this long I would have taken better care of myself.” One of the surprises of aging is that we don’t feel like we thought people our age would.
Love, according to songwriter Sammy Fain, “is a many splendored thing.” The Eagles opined that it “will keep us alive.” Hal David and Burt Bacharach felt it “makes the world go round.” The Beatles told us it was all we need. So what is this ominous, life-changing, emotional state that can make us giddy or make us wonder how the planet continues to turn?
The holidays are on the horizon and, as usual, I am totally baffled on what to buy for those I love.
My sweet grand-daughter Kinzie is a year-and-a-half old, a wonderful age. She is walking and starting to put words together….
The Christmas tree is lit and presents lie colorfully around its base. Soon this morning — Christmas — everyone else…
The first time I fell in love I was 16 and a half. A red-haired farm girl with green eyes…
