a prophetic voice-

Sometimes I go about pitying myself And all the while I am being carried across       the sky By beautiful clouds.   -OJIBWAY SAYING confusion... Life makes no sense, has no logic... God is confusing, mysterious,      totally beyond understanding... Yet here I am, in the midst of it all, Caught up in, shaped by, the      paradoxical nature of existence,      of being human,                   spinning dizzily with                   the very cosmos                   and loving every moment                   of the wild ride! The foolish se...

Why do we spend so much time worrying about the future, I wonder. I remember, as a college freshman, spending much of one weekend night discussing- with the wisdom and sagacity available only to college freshmen and women- the question of whether or not we would want to know the future...for example, whether or not we would have children (we were all fresh women that night), or  whether we would have marriage AND a career (this was 1959 and marriage was a foregone conclusion)...or, more seriously, when we would die. Looking back on the lives of those young women with whom I have remained in contact, the shape of our lives has had little resemblance to what we had imagined that night- and I suspect few of us would really have wanted to know what the future would actually hold. But the fascination with the future remains strong for we humans, doesn't it? Though we cannot know it, it captivates us...drives our curiosity...and, too often, both immobilizes us with fear and...