Am I MIssing Something?

Laughter from the living room replaces the sounds of cheering as Pavlov's signal I need to be somewhere. There was a time when the robust sound of cheering was my siren song to the place I needed to be, I mean as far as sounds go, there are few that are as compelling as the sounds of your friends cheering on your football team (American, not world)while you're out of the room. I now know a sound more compelling; my wife and daughter's laughter while I'm out of the room. I understand (I think) that I'll never understand completely how it is that kids change everything, but I am aware of the fact that as I sit here I am missing something...so let's raise a glass to Doogie Houser and his giving birth to the blog, let's raise a glass to things never being the same, and let's rais...gotta go, I think I'm missing somethi...

The Bow & The Archer

This post begins like most, with an encouraging word from some wise person (whether actually or perceptively) this word comes from Nikos Kazantzakis (a 20th century Greek philosopher) enveloped in a prayer he wrote, saying "I am a bow on Your hands, Lord. Draw me lest I rot. Do not overdraw me, Lord, I shall break. Overdraw me, Lord, and who cares if I break." It seems to me that there are many ways we could include ourselves in this analogy. We could be the bow that is willing to rot, we could be unsatisfied with rotting but also afraid of breaking,or we could offer ourselves with reckless abandon (clearly there are other ways eg; we reject the existence of archers, but for the sake of time I'll stick with these). To make a long explanation short, let me just offer you the idea that if an Archer exists that deserves the respect Nikos affords, then why would we do any less than offer ourselves as a bow that would break, trusting that we break for no other reason than to glorify said Archer...Do you have bigger plans?