So far this summer has been low stress for me and, though it is sometimes boring, that is probably a good thing.

My friend's uncle died recently in a very heroic way.  His thoughts on life are now a lot deeper and he has an interesting narrative understanding of death.  What my friend said about his uncle's passing, combined with some deep conversations with my brother Ben, are making me reconsider some assumptions with which I'd been comfortable for a while.

Though I know that we ought to be bent toward a life of service, it is difficult to come to terms with such a life at times.  I think I ought to start small.