Etchings in the Sand…

Thoughts and Photos from the Desert…

Monthly Archives: January 2008


Yesterday we visited the Phoenix Art Museum and feasted on the works of photographer Richard Avidon, the original manuscripts and related matters regarding the art and calligraphy of the amazing new St. John’s Bible from Collegeville, Minn. and some of the masterpieces from great painters from all over the world and back through centuries of history.

We both felt enriched and overwhelmed with he aura of greatness that pervaded the place. What a day!


Finding One’s Voice…

We keep reading in the papers about politicians “finding their voice.” This means something that feels right, something that “sells”, something that comes across as authentic.

I think all of us struggle throughout life to find our proper voices. Once that voice is found it tends to gradually need rediscovering. We keep changing. Life keeps changing. Our voices keep changing.

The dumbest thing I have ever heard from politicians is that it isn’t a good thing to change your mind now and then.  Give me someone who constantly looks at life and belief critically and has the courage to admit to having outgrown former opinions and to remain open to new opinions as circumstances and increasing maturity dictate. This can be a lonely process when one strays from common rigid orthodoxies.

“When I was a child, I thought like a child, I spoke like a child, I acted like a child…” to paraphrase Paul. “When I became a man, I gave up childish things.”

Amen, brother. Or sister, as the case may be.


Now, here’s an interesting thought that came down today.


“There is no more inauthentic period of life than dating.”

-Dan Allender :: Professor, Psychologist, and Man. Who. Speaks. As. If. Every. Word. Is. Its. Own. Sentence.

This from:

My Goodness…

If you don’t check out anything else today, do look through this slide-show.

Dogs and Trauma…

Strange thing. Since writing about Dickens’ terrible three day illness yesterday, we have received an interesting and sensitive comment from Gabriella (see yesterday’s blog) and two personal responses from friends who have dogs that responded to moving into new homes in exactly the same way.

If you followed my own blogs last week, you must have noticed the emotional toll the process took on me, so why not on our dogs as well?

I wouldn’t have expected anything like that, but having experienced it am both sobered and intrigued by the human and canine psyches. The older we get, the more threatening change becomes.

Dickens Almost Died…

Dickens almost died this week. Never saw a dog so sick. He neither drank nor ate for 3 days. Withdrew and was more zombie than dog. We expected to find his corpse each morning. But he toughed it out and saw it through. 12 year old Cavaliers play hurt and hang in.

Let’s hear it for Dickens – dog of the week!