Spiritual - Texas Outlaw Writers

What’s on the Back of Your Business Card? Every day we feed the life we live and the impact we’ll leave

Two unrelated events took me back to a special experience created by an extraordinary man. It reminded me that what we do and who we are might not be the same thing but are extensions of us.

personal stories

David Crosby and My Brother

Everyone's wish for a "Happy New Year" doesn't stave off personal loss. Grief has no calendar. Before time runs out, there's something you can do.

personal stories

Zen and the Art of Remaining Upright

When I had first encountered Robert M. Pirsig’s book, Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: An Inquiry into Values... I kept rereading through the years and grew to appreciate its subtle teachings. “The real cycle you’re working on,” he wrote, “is a cycle called ‘yourself.’

Spiritual

A Three-Part Countdown to the Holidays and Year’s End, a Holiday Trinity - Part III

Negativity has tipped the scales, lately. I believe it is time to intentionally focus on positives. No saccharine, just good and decent stuff. It’s time to don the rose-colored glasses and remember how to dream of a better world.

Texas Politics

A Three-Part Countdown to the Holidays and Year’s End, a Holiday Trinity: Part Two

"Texas, you’re getting harder and harder to like. But, despite all of that, good is happening in the Lone Star state."

environment

Poachers- Crimes Against Nature

"It is mind-numbing when you consider the creative and depraved ways, we humans underappreciate the environment that nurtures and sustains us. Blame it on a lack of education or a lack of conscience, or unmanageable greed, these acts against nature will lead to our ruin in one way or another."

Spiritual

Good Friday from up on The Heights

He is despised and rejected by men, A Man of sorrows and acquainted with grief. And we hid, as it were, our faces from Him; He was despised, and we did not esteem Him. -Isaiah 53-3

Covid

I can’t remember a time in my lifetime in which a singular event touched, literally, every life. Some days, I have no words, but I still have hope

In all of this, there is this nagging optimism that won’t leave me. In all the tragedy and destruction, the lack of things, plans and socializing, there is this hope.

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