What seems like fate

What seems like fate

Non-Striving Judy (not her real name) meets with me for spiritual direction. She sat looking a bit defeated. As she spoke her arms and shoulders did an impression of Alfred E. Neuman’s signature shrug.  She was presenting a problem as old as history itself....
Mourning. Memories. Blessings.

Mourning. Memories. Blessings.

Mourning. Memories. Blessings. Aaron Panken was the rabbi at my home synagogue when I graduated from Tufts University. He jumped me through the hoops necessary to get into rabbinical school.  He died. Suddenly, in a plane crash. I am shaken, thrown off. Confused. When...
Authorized, or not?

Authorized, or not?

Clown-walking with fins After scuba diving for the first time around the age of 15, I became a bit of an aficionado. Consequently, when I was vacationing and saw a friend in snorkeling gear, walking, horribly awkwardly, towards the water with fins on, I called out,...
Acceptance: better get used to it.

Acceptance: better get used to it.

Michelle is driving me back to her house, where I left my car. We just had a lovely dinner. Conversation with her just flows; she is one of my no-filter-required friends. The 84-Freeway here in Portland is doing its impression of Los Angeles traffic. The right lane is...
Enough

Enough

I’m not a big theist. I don’t believe that there is a God controlling the weather.   This is not an article on theology. My book, podcasts, and more about God can be found here.   I don’t believe God controls the weather. But I do see the weather. I live in Portland,...