page contents Google

MY JOURNEY? WHERE ARE WE GOING

How many times have you seen a title beginning with, ‘My Journey?’ The answer is, “A lot.” I googled it to make sure. Everything is journey, an adventure, a trip? No, no it’s not, and understanding why is a great cause of disappointment. But, if everything was a journey, how many have you had?

ONLINE NEWS: CITIZENS JOURNALING THEIR JOURNEY

ONLINE NEWS

IS FREE WAY THE RIGHT WAY? YES IT IS, AND HERE’S WHY

When you hear the words ‘free way’ what do you think of? The freeway, the highway, a road, the interstate? Or do you think of freedom to live your life better than you ever have. Let’s go with the last one.

‘NOTHING TO FEAR’ WITH WINSTON CHURCHILL AND GEORGE CLOONEY

“Nothing to fear, nothing to see, move along.” It’s just Winston Churchill strolling in his front yard. We had a Churchill lesson at his place, then another in his London war rooms. Our dude didn’t have smooth seas on the trip to joining the immortals of history.

GIVING UP, BUT NOT A QUITTER?

Giving up is different than quitting. Really. Quitting means done, all over, finished. The Day I Quit. Giving up is a longer process. One is a reaction, the other a journey. Who’s got the map?

HOMEWARD BOUND? YES WE ARE

Homeward bound is the goal of all travelers. First it’s all about getting out and around, seeing new places and new people. Then it happens. Whether a face, a building, or something you eat, you’re ready to turn the corner and head for home. That’s the story, but . . .

NEW BEGINNING? HERE’S WHERE YOU START

Most of us have had a new beginning at least once? Does that sound right? “With this high school diploma the world is your oyster,” was a saying. Not, “The world is your clam,” but why quibble. That changed over the years with:

LEARNING EARTH PROCESSES = GEOLOGY?

I’ve been learning earth processes since my first rock fight: Sandstone with friends, gravel for the bad guys down on the corner.

DEPENDABLE TRANSPORTATION FOR JOURNEY

This checks out.

EVERY DAY IS A NEW CHANCE FOR SMALL CHANGES

Every day has promises to keep with miles to go before we sleep. Sound familiar? It was a poem written by an old man named Robert Frost. When I first read ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’ I chalked it up to a reflection on mortality. Reading it now, instead of a high school […]