Prescription for Doing (Life) Part 3 – See Another

Prescription for Doing (Life) Part 3 – See Another

Keep the earth below my feet
For all my sweat, my blood runs weak
Let me learn from where I have been
Keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn
Keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn

— Mumford & Sons, “Below My Feet

As each small bag passed through my hands to the next volunteer, I thought of each man, woman, and child, in some other country, who will open these packages. They will be happy because it’s one more day they can eat. I am happy because I can help. Continue reading “Prescription for Doing (Life) Part 3 – See Another”

Prescription for Doing (Life) Part 1 – Something You Enjoy

Prescription for Doing (Life) Part 1 – Something You Enjoy

I had to take a little time off from blogging the past few weeks to make extra time for life. We have to do that sometimes—take time off, from activities we’d like to be doing for those commitments we need to be doing (and those can be one and the same). But that’s not a bad thing. When we’re feeling wound up (or wound down), it’s an invitation. Not to live less, but more.

I’m writing this from the San Diego International Airport as I’m nearing the end of several strenuous weeks. High school graduation parties. Youth baseball games. College application work for our oldest son. My daughter’s dance recital. A full work schedule including a week of travel. Writing a book. And then some.

Life at digital speed. But the problem is we are not wired to run like computers. This past week in San Diego reminded me of that. It had nothing to do with the location, but it had everything to do with a break in my routine. Continue reading “Prescription for Doing (Life) Part 1 – Something You Enjoy”

3 Virtues Even Non-Trekkies Can Learn from Spock

3 Virtues Even Non-Trekkies Can Learn from Spock

Many of us were saddened this week at the passing of Leonard Nimoy, an icon (if not the icon) of the Star Trek universe. I guess you could say I’m a trekkie, minus the spock ears. Okay, I did own a pair when I was a kid, but I never wore them in public. Does that still count?

As I explored the many highlights of Mr. Nimoy’s life, I asked myself, “What can I learn from Nimoy’s most notable character?”

Even if you don’t have pointy ears, I believe you may become a Spock fan after this. Here are three virtues even non-trekkies can learn from Spock. And if you’re already a fan? These will come as no surprise. Continue reading “3 Virtues Even Non-Trekkies Can Learn from Spock”

Have You Checked Under the Hood?

Have You Checked Under the Hood?

So it was one of those mornings. As I approached the first stop sign on my way to work, I hit the brake pedal and my foot went all the way to the floor. A few seconds later, the brake service light came on.

Fortunately my car was able to stop. I returned home to find a small puddle on the driveway. A closer look showed brake fluid seeping from behind one of the rear tires. Great. I knew this meant the dreaded trip to a mechanic.

I normally prefer to fix things myself instead of having a service manager tell me twenty additional things he’d love to take care of (for quite the exorbitant fee), but free time is a commodity that evades me these days. Continue reading “Have You Checked Under the Hood?”

Perspective from a Tree

Perspective from a Tree

Edging outward on a sturdy limb I lost my balance right away but caught myself. I looked down at the ground some 15 feet below, my own limbs quivering after the espresso shot of adrenaline. What am I doing up here, I thought.

As a child I would climb trees over 50 feet tall, my 65-pound body clinging to the spindliest top branch on the windiest of days short of a thunderstorm, though my favorite time of day to climb was at dusk. Continue reading “Perspective from a Tree”

Bird Watching

Bird Watching

There is a bird watching me through the living room window. Or is it watching the television? Its head turns sharply toward me again, then back to the television. For all I know it’s following an outside reflection, but its tiny-eyed glances are rather precise between this large-headed Homo sapiens and the flashing picture machine set opposite the couch.

My wife enters the room and confirms this is the same bird that’s been coming and going every few days, sometimes every day, motioning through the same routine. And I’m curious. Continue reading “Bird Watching”