HALLOW, I LOVE YOU
I don’t use the word “hallow” much. Practically never. I might change that. I’m familiar with the idea of hallowed ground, of course, but I can’t remember ever describing anyplace as such. And I know the phrase “Hallowed be Thy…
I don’t use the word “hallow” much. Practically never. I might change that. I’m familiar with the idea of hallowed ground, of course, but I can’t remember ever describing anyplace as such. And I know the phrase “Hallowed be Thy…
I came across an article from a few years ago, by designer-writer-consultant Paul Jarvis. I saved this piece because it was provocative and challenging. I used to read Jarvis’s newsletters regularly for encouragement and advice about creativity and organizational leadership.…
Travis and I were sharing a bottle of wine on the outside deck of a tasting room on Stearns Wharf, the pier in Santa Barbara, a couple of weeks ago. It was a perfectly beautiful afternoon, nearing sunset on the…
A few years ago, my friend Denise shared with me a wonderful story about St. Francis of Assisi: The town of Gubbio had a serious problem. An enormous lone wolf was eating the villagers’ sheep. Several people tried to stop…