Winter in Montana is great. Two weeks ago it was below zero. On the ( Read more... )

i'm not quite sure where to begin. God has done so much in the last month that i feel i should write a book instead of a blog post. i'll try to keep it short, though, for the sake of whoever may read it ( Read more... )

It is on rare occasion that I am able to channel inspiration into half-decent writing. As I was reading through my personal journal tonight, I found one entry - inspired by John Eldridge's Epic - that is worthy of repeating here:

Life ( Read more... )

So I was driving around south east Portland this weekend, thinking I was going to do some shopping; but realizing that all of the stores were just a mess of people doing mad shopping before Christmas, I ended up doing my best to avoid shopping. I can't stand chaotic crowds of people; mostly I don't have the patience for dealing with people when ( Read more... )

Procrastination. I'm an expert procrastinator. I've been putting off posting here for the last week or so, because when I have time I can't think of what to write. When I have something to write, I don't want to take the time to sort my thoughts. Quagmire. Then, the longer I postpone the post, the more pressure I put on myself to make it profound. ( Read more... )

I was reading in the news just now that Israelis have become disheartened and upset by the behavior of some Israeli soldiers against Palestinians uncovered in the last week, including forcing one Arab to play his violin before passing through the checkpoint.

The rightwing Army Radio commentator Uri Orbach found the incident disturbingly ( Read more... )

"One may understand the cosmos, but never the ego; the self is more distant than any star. Thou shalt love the Lord thy God; but thou shalt not know thyself. We are all under the same mental calamity; we have all forgotten our names. We have all forgotten what we really are. All that we call common sense and rationality and practicality and ( Read more... )

I find it strangely (and intensely) intimidating to be writing a blog such as this. I have a hard time even keeping a journal because I want to make it really poetic. But a savvy wordsmith I am not. Even my private journal that (hopefully) no one else will read is usually a chore. I feel like the twisted emotions and abstract thoughts that run ( Read more... )