Category Archives: The Cascadian Wanderer

the Little Me and THE GREAT ME

“We live in the culture of the Big Me. The meritocracy wants you to promote yourself. Social media wants you to broadcast a highlight reel of your life. Your parents and teachers were always telling you how wonderful you were.” … Continue reading

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Christians and Prosperity Doctrines

Six years or so ago I wrote an article for an online community which was published in February, 2008 about Christians and the Question of Riches. I recalled doing so while reading about Chapter 67 of the Tao Te Ching at Ralston … Continue reading

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Tao Te Ching Chapter 37

The highest good is not to seek to do good, but to allow yourself to become it. The ordinary person seeks to do good things, and finds that they can not do them continually. The Master does not force virtue … Continue reading

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Tao Te Ching Chapter 32

The Tao is forever undefined. Small though it is in the unformed state, it cannot be grasped. If kings and lords could harness it, The ten thousand things would come together And gentle rain fall. Men would need no more … Continue reading

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Tao Te Ching Chapter 31

Good weapons are instruments of fear; all creatures hate them. Therefore followers of Tao never use them. The wise man prefers the left. The man of war prefers the right. Weapons are instruments of fear; they are not a wise … Continue reading

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Tao Te Ching Chapter 16

Attain the highest emptiness. Maintain constant tranquility. We observe the Ten Thousand Things pulse in unity and return to the void. All things bloom luxuriously and each returns again to its source. Returning to source is the supreme stillness. This is known as the return to … Continue reading

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Ruminations

Every morning, on my front porch while I watch the sun come into our valley here and have a cup of coffee, I think about things. I think about things like, “I wonder if things think about me while I’m … Continue reading

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