Hearing and sharing stories are a big part of living and growing. I hope my stories will help you discover and hear more of your own stories. Feel free to share and be part of the quest to discover and hear the Whispers in the moments we have.
A childhood hero of mine was an agriculture engineer. He related a story about an irrigation project that captured my attention and imagination as a teenager. He solved challenging problems related to growing food with enough water, making a difference for a community that could not afford to compensate him. It was an aid program that made a difference without reference to anything other...
In my current season of reflection, I have carried a sense of loss. Initially, I thought it was the memories of my father and mother, lingering with the acute awareness of their absence. It felt like more, yet there was nothing tangible I could link to the emotional baggage. Yesterday, I got the news that mum had passed earlier in the week. The baggage I...
Read moreDetailsI was starting a period of reflection on the eve of a milestone day. I knew it would last for a few days; looking back to consider the milestones and outcomes across the years. As I walked through the night, a storefront sign captured what I was going on within, looking at soul snaps of my life. I have several indexes to my memories;...
I walked into the compass buried in the street sidewalk from the north. The walk’s reflection had spanned decades. So much has passed by on the left and the right. I feel as though there is so much ahead of me, even as what is behind fades in the distance. I smiled when thinking of the path others have taken. One put it this way: “With the...
The Sky Lanterns on Shifen Old Street were well over 1.5 meters (~5 feet) tall. As I watched them being lit and launched, I witnessed the excitement, hope, and well wishes from young and old. Seeing the fire fill the paper lantern, get lighter, and lift off into the skies was exciting. Each had words in the language of the individuals sending them skyward,...
The scooter had been ridden, hard. It was well used with the scars to show for it. The paint had an interesting patina, the look was thrashed, and I wondered about the story behind it all. Clinging on was a pristine stuff monkey. He looked no worse for wear. It was as if the monkey had seen it all and decided to be restored and recreated...
Read moreDetailsI watched the two heads looking out and into the distance. They turned to the left and the right, taking it all in. They were seeing, absorbing, and experiencing everything in the moment. I could hear Life’s whispers reminding me of the days when everything was new for me! I was open, leaning in, trying to see and understand. As I think of being in the...
I grew up believing red and green meant stop, go, or Christmas. When together, the two words had no other meaning. I looked at the two mailboxes side by side and discovered a third. The colours were clear, unambiguous, and easy to discern. I could not imagine anyone describing them in words other than the two colours. I smiled at the limits of what I...
The conversation ran gently into the night. Laughter, stories, and insights were shared without reservation. As I start a new morning, I am guided by the wisdom in the well of the friendships represented. I know it is a source that will be there for me if needed. I can see further, deeper, and more clearly because of their views and experience. It is a priceless...
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