Monday, December 1, 2008 at 7:54AM There's a story about a high-ranking barrister in the UK, who was unavoidably delayed on his way to court one morning, and arrived in the courtroom in plain business attire, having had no time to robe up. The elderly and rather pompous judge scanned him over the rims of his glasses, squinted, then frowned and declared, "Mr Johnson-Smith, I'm afraid I can't see you!"
Friday, November 28, 2008 at 9:37AM David Whyte, the poet and thinker, talks movingly about what it takes to detect the undercurrent of our lives, the slow, long-term direction of movement that is always there, whether we are aware of it or not. In the end, the conclusion he reaches is that we can only have a chance of finding our undercurrent when we take time out to stop splashing around in the direction we're pursuing and stop. Completely. Then calm our restless selves down. Wait. Listen. Smell the breeze.