The sea has never been friendly to man. At most it has been the accomplice of human restlessness.
He doesn't need to fight anymore, but fighting is what he does
Eating is really one of your indoor sports. You play three times a day, and it's well worth while to make the game as pleasant as possible.
I feel these days like a very large flamingo. No matter what way I turn, there is always a very large bill.
Perhaps we can only truly serve those we are willing to touch, not only with our hands but with our hearts and even our souls. Professionalism has embedded in service a sense of difference, a certain distance. But on the deepest level, service is an experience of belonging, an experience of connection to others and to the word around us. It is this connection that gives us the power to bless the life in others. Without it, the life in them would not respond to us.
We cheerfully assume that in some mystic way love conquers all, that good outweighs evil in the just balances of the universe and at the 11th hour something gloriously triumphant will prevent the worst before it happens.