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Listening to Time
Tick. Tick. Tick. If we are just quiet enough, the constant tick of a second hand can penetrate the subconscious. Even seep into the depths of our souls. It is the sound of a deeper truth that we both yearn for and fear. I remember hearing a story in Switzerland, the land of “time”, about a young gentleman coming into a store to look for a watch. Upon inspecting a certain watch for about 5 minutes or so, he looked up at the owner and asked: “What can it do?” The store owner simply replied, “It tells the time”. “That’s it?” asked the young gentleman, and walked out. Time is…
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Perfectly Average
Without a doubt being a parent is one of the most rewarding and difficult vocations that there is. I think every parent knows this. This certainly isn’t anything new. It truly is self-giving. This is probably why it is so rewarding because it truly isn’t about you at the end of the day. As parents, we certainly get our daily reminders of that. (The once-a-month slight nods of appreciation from our kids before right back to not being able to put your dirty dishes in the dishwasher, WHAT IS THAT!!) I recently had a conversation with some parents about the idea of our kids being average. I remember the look…
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Baseball, Friendship, and Bathroom Prophecy
It has been great to reconnect with some friends since returning stateside. Due to the time difference and schedules while living in Switzerland it was hard to touch base even if the desire was there. That said, it’s amazing how easily you can pick back up right where you left off with your close friends. This made me think, what makes a connection like this possible? One good friend of mine is someone that I met while playing professional baseball. We were both 18 years old and fresh out of high school. We immediately connected with the same love of music but honestly, besides that, there wasn’t much of a…
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Mystery and Mirrors
The winds were overwhelming but calming. The periods of rain were drenching but refreshing. The brisk air cut threw your skin but awakened the very breath of life. Standing in its midst was somehow a confrontation with truth. The Highlands of Scotland, with all of its history and mysticism, with its struggle for freedom and bloodshed, was one of the most peaceful places I have been. Isolated by its barren lands yet consumed by its beauty, it was a paradox that touched me deeply. How could such bareness and lack of color produce such overwhelming beauty? How can a place engrossed with emptiness be overflowing with an undeniable…
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The Castle on the Hill
A few weeks ago the lyrics echoed through the household just as I heard them for the first time. That time years ago when driving my two sons down the narrow country road in Worb, Switzerland. “I’m on my way Driving at ninety down those country lanes Singing to “Tiny Dancer” And I miss the way you make me feel, and it’s real We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill” -Ed Sheeran “Castle on the Hill” Listening then, as we passed the 12th Century Worb Castle like we did every day, I couldn’t help but wonder what impact this song, this place, this castle would have on…
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Change
We can learn much from a tree. Colorful. Spectacular. Beautiful. Standing, being who they are meant to be. That said, in a few weeks they will experience loss. Bare. Exposed. Vulnerable. Enduring change after change after change. Nevertheless, there they remain. Bold. Present. Living. Standing, being who they are meant to be. “In a higher world it is otherwise, but here below to live is to change, and to be perfect is to have changed often.” -St. John Henry Newman
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Yes, I Am In Your Business
Since moving back to the States, chances are that if I was in the next aisle from you in Target, I heard everything that you were saying to your friend on the phone. I heard what type of cheese you ordered standing in the deli line at the grocery store (and how many people were coming to your house for the dinner party). I heard every single conversation that 20 different parents were having at the bus stop, all at the same time! Even sitting now at a local café I am completely distracted by not only the conversation between the two workers behind the counter but also the conversation…
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“Uniquely Me”
It has been two months since moving back to the U.S.A. from Switzerland. Two months of raw emotions filled with both extreme highs and extreme lows. Two months of anxieties and clarity. Two months of a new kind of loneliness and reunions with friends and family. As the dust continues to settle, words are still hard to come by to explain exactly what is happening within my thoughts, my heart, and my soul. That said, every once in awhile there might be a song that comes on that can highlight a feeling. There is a T.V. show or movie that can give words to the unrest that lies beneath. The…
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Cold as Stone (3 Years Later)
Three years ago, our lives changed. We blindly boarded a plane with a few suitcases and a one-way ticket to live on the other side of the world. It’s hard to fathom that we have now called Switzerland our home for this long. There are days when it seems surreal, and there are days when it is very real. There are days when we feel grateful, and there are days when we feel the grind, and we complain (A lot). This past Sunday, the exact date we left 3 years prior, I sat and tried to come up with something to think about, write about, or at the very least…
