I live at the edge of the woods. The head of my bed is up against a window that looks out on towering evergreens. When I wake in the morning, my head lies on my pillow, and my eyes gaze upward — not at the ceiling, but at those gorgeous trees. It's almost as though I'm … Continue reading Sleeping under the trees
Final round of the U. S. Open. Tommy Fleetwood wrapped up his round before the other leaders. In one second, he went from intense effort to zero effort. The tournament isn't over yet, but he is done. He still could win or lose, but he's done all he can. Now he waits. There is nothing … Continue reading Golf lesson: Work hard, let go
What the world needs now ... people who freely exchange ideas in an atmosphere of truth and respect people who value substance over trifles people who remember history’s evils and build on its virtues people who know what’s going on in the world today and understand what it means for tomorrow people who consider others … Continue reading What is The Thinkery?
The leaves are gone from the trees. The birches and oaks and maples stand bare. It's the dead of winter, and that expression is no mistake. Still, beauty persists. There's something quite exquisite about a leafless tree silhouetted against a twilight sky ... frost bejeweling the delicate edges of fallen leaves ... ice cloaking each tender branch ... snow … Continue reading In the life of winter