From my time in Ethiopia – “We think that by protecting ourselves from suffering we are being kind to ourselves. The truth is, we only become more fearful, more hardened, and more alienated. We experience ourselves as being separate from … Continue reading
Knowing that tomorrow is Christina’s 31st birthday, I find myself lingering a little longer over coffee, hugging people more and crying (or laughing) for no particular reason. Over the last three years I have taken thousands of photographs, from high … Continue reading
I was very moved by the Samford History Department’s selection of recipients for the Christina Mosley Furr award this year. Carol and I were blessed to present the award to Karson Loomis whom we enjoyed very much getting to know at … Continue reading
“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly be broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give it to no one, not even … Continue reading
Christina had an insatiable appetite for reading, she loved books with a passion, and I am grateful. One of my favorite memories was placing a pajama clad Christina on the baby seat of my bicycle. Not even old enough to … Continue reading
Recently I received the following message from a new friend I made while flying home from Asia. She was the passenger to my right and her words encourage me to continue sharing from my heart, telling stories and taking … Continue reading
I’ve always loved flying kites. Perhaps it is the utter unpredictability of it all, the realization that I really have no control over this object that can sail so beautifully in the sky or come crashing down at any moment. … Continue reading
After three years, a quarter of a million miles and 19 countries I have a couple of observations – Love is the most profound force known to man That whoever said that time heals all wounds must have broken something … Continue reading
“MANIFESTO OF THE BRAVE AND BROKENHEARTED There is no greater threat to the critics and cynics and fearmongers Than those of us who are willing to fall Because we have learned how to rise With skinned knees and bruised hearts; … Continue reading
Waking up in Lisbon, Portugal this morning, I found myself in a very colorful little room; the chatter of voices from Pakistan, India and Portuguese echoing up from the streets four floors below. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I picked … Continue reading
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