 
							
					
															
					
					 by Bruce McIntyre | May 23, 2014 | Spiritual Stuff
  The moist smell of cool, morning, summer air stirred lightly past my nostrils and I breathed it in… deeply. Pepper, our cat, was playing with an unlucky toad. A young robin kept an eye on the cat as it pecked at the bird feeder. The steady sound of water...				
					
			
					
											
								 
							
					
															
					
					 by Bruce McIntyre | May 9, 2014 | Spiritual Stuff
  I love the way Ted Leeson, author of the classic book The Habit of Rivers, captures this phenomenon. Someone once asked Ray Charles what the worst part of being blind was; he replied, “Not being able to see.” Some things are pointedly obvious, and...				
					
			
					
											
								 
							
					
															
					
					 by Bruce McIntyre | Apr 21, 2014 | Spiritual Stuff, Uncategorized
  With a belly full of Peruvian delicacies, I strolled the Oklahoma City Arts Festival with my family. Brightly colored blown glass, intricately designed sculptures, and splendid captures of beauty in an array of art forms drew us in. Admiring and wondering at...				
					
			
					
											
								 
							
					
															
					
					 by Bruce McIntyre | Apr 4, 2014 | Spiritual Stuff
  For a moment, I paused. With intention, I filled my nostrils and lungs with the cool, moist air of a Tennessee Spring day. My eyes landed on dogwoods just beginning to bud, red bud trees already splashing the landscape, and the pronounced hint of green on the...				
					
			
					
											
								 
							
					
															
					
					 by Bruce McIntyre | Mar 4, 2014 | Spiritual Stuff
  Have you ever fallen into a mental funk? As in, you just keep repeating and rehearsing defeating messages, bad life stories, and discouraging sequences of events? At some point, we are all prone to slip into the habit of bad self talk. But, we must stop it! I...				
					
			
					
											
								 
							
					
															
					
					 by Bruce McIntyre | Feb 21, 2014 | Spiritual Stuff
  For a moment, I stopped. To listen, to breathe, to focus. And I heard the steady, rhythmic ticking of my cuckoo clock. Time ticking away. In one regard, the slow ticking of time is restful, reassuring, and pleasant. On the other hand, alarming. I am 41. I have...