Soul Seeing: Eighteen years ago, my face became paralyzed following surgery for Meniere's disease. The left side of my face droops like melting wax.
Soul Seeing: Every October, a dozen of my classmates gather. Nine of us left the priesthood. Morrie is one of the stalwarts who remained.
Soul Seeing: Roads are the circulatory system of the human race and the original information highway. Without roads, there are no communities.
Soul Seeing: I wish people would offer those who struggle with depression the same compassion they offer to friends with socially acceptable illnesses.
Soul Seeing: Every day is just the same but totally different. The first click is at 7:30 a.m. Someone is singing.
Soul Seeing: When Pope Francis told a reporter, "I am a sinner," I knew I was in good company. However, Francis knows that the antidote to sin is mercy.
Soul Seeing: To take something seriously is to clench our mind on it like a fist. It squeezes out joy and brings headaches.
Soul Seeing: I grew up practicing sarcasm as a form of escape. A sarcastic tone lets me slip back into my shell, like a turtle or a snail.
Soul Seeing: Chaucer's The Canterbury Tales reminds us of our identity as pilgrims. We are all on a journey. And a motley crew we are.
Soul Seeing: In-between processes are less rational than imaginative, less internally focused than looking for clues outside the self.