
Warning: Time Change Ahead
Here we go again. Daylight savings time. Spring forward, right? I can never remember. All I know is that we lose an hour of sleep this weekend and that seems massively unjust. I think we can all agree that none of us get enough sleep these days.
But more to the point, who are we to think we control time? Time may be relative but it is not controllable. At least not by us. Time is God’s way of making sure everything in the universe doesn’t happen all at once. If God is anything he is the Great Timekeeper for only he exists outside of it.

The Promise of Spring
Millie and I got up late to the mountains last night. It was a dark, cloud-covered sky with a stiff wind lashing the bare trees above a landscape of unbroken white.
I made a fire to warm up the house, unloaded the car, gave Mille a petite dejeuner as a reward for the ardors of our trip up the Taconic parkway (and the fact that I wanted her to sleep in).

The Hero of Vancouver
It’s snowing like crazy here in the east, a perfect day to kick back and watch the Winter Olympics in Vancouver.
The games took me surprise this time. I didn’t think I’d get so into them. Four years ago I hardly watched anything from Torino except for some of the snowboarding and the men’s downhill skiing. That’s where I was introduced to Mr. Bode Miller of the U.S. men’s ski team. Everyone agreed he was a lock for gold, the best skier in the world.

I'm Sorry But...
There he was today, almost unrecognizable in his mortification, standing stiffly at a podium, Tiger Woods, absent the battle-red Sunday tournament shirt, the fist pump, the gleaming victory smile, abjectly owning up to his behavior.
GUIDEPOSTS is not the place to pass judgment or even comment on Tiger’s troubles; there are plenty of forums for that. But it did get me thinking about the nature of an apology and how difficult it is for us sometimes to offer or even accept one. I wonder which is harder?

Most Loved
By now you’ve all had time to read the February issue of GUIDEPOSTS with Rascal Flatts singer Gary LeVox on the cover. My question to you: What did you love best?

Moments of Heaven
Millie and I arrived up in the mountains last night right before midnight, the temperature in single digits and the house not much warmer until I lit a fire.
Millie trolled the property for recent (furry) visitors, her nose trawling through the powdery snow while I hauled our stuff inside. I came up here to my house in the Berkshires to work on my book that will be released at year’s end, so I better start thinking about wrapping things up, don’t you agree?

The Circle of Inspiration
I hope you love your jobs as much as I love mine. One of the most amazing things about working at GUIDEPOSTS is how much contact we have with you, the reader and user, since it’s your stories we tell in our magazines and on our site. I feel sorry for other editors in this business who don’t get to know their customers so well. It’s like I’m meeting up with a million friends when I come into work each morning.

The Fate of Haiti
In my last posting I said that it was impossible to ignore human suffering on the scale that is occurring in Haiti. I still believe that to be true. However, it is all too easy, I’m afraid, to become inured to it.

Keep Praying
I’ve retreated to my house in the Berkshires to do some work on a book, and I'm writing this blog from my aforementioned favorite coffeehouse, Uncommon Grounds.
I usually come to the Berkshires for solitude, an escape from the daily world. But I cannot purge from my mind the hellish images coming out of Haiti.

Prayer and Action
I hadn’t thought about Haiti in years. Then came the news this morning of the horrific earthquake.
I visited Haiti once. Actually, I wandered there more than anything, and hung out for an indefinite period. I was at an age when I could do that
I don’t know what I was looking for but I knew no one else went there which was a good reason to go. I wish I could say I was doing humanitarian work or something noble but I wasn’t. I was just wandering.
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