As a child, Memorial Day brings visits to the cemetery, a place of grassy fields blanketed in silence, winding paths, and strange stone markers. Following the family tradition of laying flowers on the graves of my grandparents, I ask several probing questions.

Many people recognize we live in times that shake our highest values and deepest sources of meaning to the core.

Catching an archetype as it acts within one’s own consciousness builds more consciousness. The reward is increased choice, greater freedom, and deeper connection to oneself.

A visit with my friend Don leads to conversation about the word ‘futile’. Philosopher by training and temperament …

Midwestern prairie strikes me inconsolably barren when I first visit: vast swaths of flat earth, featureless corn fields, incessant wind, brutal heat.

Perched on the front porch of the house I occupy in a small-city, residential neighborhood, a couple strolling the sidewalk sees me and stops.