If we had the chance to do it all again…

I came across a photograph of my high school graduation this week and was struck realizing that two of my friends in the picture and I are cancer survivors and the other two males in the picture, in line behind me, are both already dead.  It has me reflecting on the capriciousness of life. There

Out there, full of shine and full of sparkle…

…close your eyes and see it glisten, Barnaby. During my boyhood, my parents belonged to an old conservative holiness denomination which eschewed–among many worldly influences–movie theaters. We did have an old black & white, fuzzy, three-channel television, but, for the most part, we lived in a black and white world. By age 12 I had