Spiritual Reflections
Tom’s Blog & Guest Writings
A spiritual day in Wales
My wife, four friends, and I spent several days vacationing in Wales rambling in the countryside this October. One particular day we traversed the ridge of this farmland for the entire day. Most of the day was rainy but our gear kept us dry and warm. These close friends in elder years gather four times…
Working on Centering
In 2020 COVID dropped a bomb on our lives – mine and my wife Donna’s. For over 50 years I worked hard in the marketing spaces, being a CMO at age 27, and a CEO at age 32, building businesses and profiting. Donna went to Parson’s School of Design and built a nice business for herself as…
Counting My Blessings
I am counting my blessings this morning. The sun is bright and warm, the sky clear, and the air is a perfect dry summer day in Maine. I look out at my gardens, shrubs, and trees, and the cardinals and sparrows landing on the bird feeder. I have already been to church to celebrate and…
Quaker Values with a Sports Twist
Education became my mother’s domain. My older brother loved conflicts and found himself in trouble too often. Private boarding school changed that for him and his interest in school soared. He loved his courses and competitive sports. By the time came for me to go away, I looked forward to a life out of the…
Recalling my dad on Father’s Day
On Father’s Day, I join many sons and daughters celebrating the life of their fathers, while being grateful for the lessons taught and the power of example along the way.
Church and a Norman Rockwell Cameo
I was 11 years old in boy choir rehearsal one Tuesday afternoon at St. Stephen’s Episcopal Church in Pittsfield, Massachusetts. I had discovered my voice as a personal musical instrument which brought me very great satisfaction. A dozen young boys with quality voices with different ranges and tonalities is a remarkable sound when released in…
Two Roads Converged
Whatever my parents thought might become of me as a young lad, little did they know how much I loved the “moral sense” in my mother and the “fearlessness” in my father, who lived by the premise that “fools rush in where angels fear to tread.” My mother, Virginia Ham, patched together values taught by…