Tag: friendship

There is something magical in honest conversations.  The most recent one seemed to start over dinner.  If either of us ...

How things begin often shape our experience far more than we, at least I, want to admit.  I know that ...

I love getting back to the wood lathe.  There is something mysteriously magical in working with wood.  I always learn ...

One friendship in my life follows a different pattern, at least when it is contrasted with others.  The thing we ...

Old friends stopped by yesterday.  I know old is a relative term.  We are of similar ages.  I think they ...

I listened to an old friend talking about the discovery of meditation.  I was reveling in his wonder and joy.  ...

A casual conversation in the car on the way home from New York City still echoes in my mind.  The ...

In the past twenty-four hours, I have had two difficult conversations.  In both cases, my part was well defined.  I ...

I enjoy hand pulled espressos.  From the beans, through the machine and tools, onto the process itself, and finally the ...

The unconditional gift of friendship alters a trip and how both see the relationship. It is a simple act in ...