Rich Dixon is back for a new year here at 300words. +++ Before resuming the Freedom Tour narrative, please indulge a personal reflection. + + + Most years, I take special note of December 5. I call it Falling Day. It’s the anniversary of the day in 1987 when everything changed. The day I fell […]

I am, I acknowledge, melancholy. I spend time being aware of all of what could happen, and being present with people when those things actually do happen. Unexpected or expected but overwhelming death. Falls, strokes, things we’d rather I not list. So here’s a different story. On Christmas Eve morning, I went walking in the […]

It’s the first Monday of 2025. Kids in the US and elsewhere are back in school. People who took time off for the holidays are heading back to work. People who are retired are a little relieved that all those people are back to their usual rhythms. Those of us who have worked through the […]

God. It’s the first weekend of the year. We already feel confused and behind. We’re trying to catch our breath. Some of us because of all the chaos. Some of us because we are actually sick. Our minds, our hearts, and our lungs are feeling clogged. We hear the words about being chosen. We confess. […]

God. We sit at the transition from one year to the next.Part of us hopes that things will be different. Part of us knows that things never are.Part of us hopes that we will be different. Part of us fears that we never will be.Part of knows that you are all powerful, all-knowing, all-present. Part […]