Deep Fried Turkey

Deep Fried Turkey

We don’t bake Thanksgiving turkeys anymore.

In those days, my wife and I played to conversations between the living room and the kitchen, speeding back and forth between family and friends—and the timer. Waiting. Everybody waiting. On a lifeless oven.


Trails less traveled.

The way is narrow. The way is steep.
The way is hard. But the way is good.
Your load is light.
Joy in simplicity. Peace in surroundings.
The air. The earth.
Clear water trickling to your thirsty soul.

Here we measure life in steps, not miles per hour.

Stop and look. Stop and feel. Stop to see.
Stop to speak, to a fellow passerby.
Share stories of your travels, if only at this crossing.
To move each foot forward, and onward,
and upward, for the Highest of Highs.

Are you ready for this journey?

Lifesummit Re-Launch and Free Book Giveaway

Have you been living from the margins this year, or have you been living marginally? I always strive to practice what I preach, and 2015 has been another year to Discover the Story and Live from the Margins in my own life.

This Thanksgiving, I’m taking another step toward living from the margins by re-launching my website with a new theme, new look, and new content. And here’s what’s in store for you.

First, if you’re not an email subscriber to my blog already, now is a great time to join. I’m hosting a free book giveaway, and two winners will each receive brand new printed copies of two best-sellers that have been instrumental in my own life on the journey of discovering joy and purpose. Lifesummits, if you will.

Lifesummit free book giveawayEach winner will receive the following two books—

I’m confident these books will be exceptional kick-starters in 2016 to get you heading up the path of identifying your God-given talents, gifts, and dreams. And most importantly, doing something about it.

For all of my email subscribers who have been with me prior to this announcement, you’ve already had a sneak peek into what’s coming later this week and over Thanksgiving. If you’re new out here (and I welcome you, by the way!), here’s what you can expect to find when you check back at this November 26th.

A new theme I believe we all aspire to. Shorter posts, typically once a week. Simple, yet thought-provoking topics. Life measured in steps, not miles per hour. Blog Haiku for your soul.

I’d love for you to head into this adventure with me, up and onto the trails less traveled. (Oops! That might be a spoiler alert.:)

Don’t forget to sign-up for my email list and receive your free entry into the book giveaway. Look for the email list sign-up on this page, or you may have been presented already with a pop-up window.

Good things to come!


Prescription for Doing (Life) Part 3 – See Another

Keep the earth below my feet
For all my sweat, my blood runs weak
Let me learn from where I have been
Keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn
Keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn

— Mumford & Sons, “Below My Feet

As each small bag passed through my hands to the next volunteer, I thought of each man, woman, and child, in some other country, who will open these packages. They will be happy because it’s one more day they can eat. I am happy because I can help.

barefoot on dirt, grounded, eyes to serve

I was in San Diego at a technology conference, and the host had partnered with Stop Hunger Now to build meal kits. In assembly line fashion, we held open plastic bags, filled them with a combo of rice & soy meal with vitamins, and boxed them for shipment around the world.

But the men, women, and children I saw eating this food were part of my imagination. In reality my eyes only saw bags of dry food passing through my hands, and my ears only heard rice sliding through plastic funnels and volunteers small talking about where they were from and what kind of companies they worked for and what they did for fun.

Certainly they were humbled and excited to give of their time for such a cause. I could see it on their faces. Except for one slightly overweight guy who, trying to be funny, had the audacity to say, “No wonder all those people can stay skinny. All they eat is rice and soy meal!” Nobody laughed.