Robert Fulghum Journal EntriesMy recent travels, musings, insights shared with you every Sunday.
TROLLING THROUGH MY JOURNAL NOTES AND MIND ON LABOR DAY WEEKEND I CAUGHT THESE THINGS IN MY MENTAL NET:read more
There is a 12-inch wooden ruler in the top drawer of my desk. I think about it every year around this time – when the first notice of sales of school supplies appear in the stores in town. . .read more
There’s a block of Swiss cheese sitting out on my kitchen counter. Warm yellow in color, with lots of big holes, randomly arranged. . .It’s not that I particularly like Swiss cheese or even plan to eat this chunk.
I just want to consider it. . .
A pair of black soccer shoes dangled from a power line way up in the air. Out in the middle of Bigelow Street near my house.
I know how they got there because I was a witness. . .
Storytellers don’t deal in facts or information – and they don’t tell people what to think. They give you a framework for thinking about complex things in a simple, lucid way so that they make sense. Think of your favorite stories . . .read more
, , .Whatever it may mean to whoever observes the Sabbath, it is a conscious effort to cleanse the well-springs of Being – to seek inner calm – to not lose focus on what’s really essential to the flourishing life. . .read more
Sitting at the bar in Woody’s Tavern in Mob, Utah. I’m in for a cold beer on a heat-wave afternoon. The man sitting next to me is wearing a cowboy hat, jeans, cowboy boots, and a T shirt with the Canadian Flag on it. . .read more
A man I know very well recently passed the date marking eight decades of being alive. He intentionally spent the day happily alone. . .read more
f you had been a guest in my home this past week, you and I would have been driven out of bed at 3 a.m. one morning by the incessant, irritating chirping of a dying smoke alarm detector, high on the kitchen wall: eeenk . . . . eeenk . . . . eeenk. . . eeenk . . .eeenk . . . . AAARGH, DAMN!read more
What do you want to be when you grow up? If you had asked me that question in the summer of my twelfth year, I would have readily answered: The driver of an ice cream truck. . .read more
Simply said, mutton busting is an American rodeo event involving sheep and young children. Or more precisely – a full grown female sheep – and a kid between 7 and 9 years of age who weighs less than 65 pounds. The goal for the kid is to stay aboard the sheep for 8 seconds and get points from judges for style and technique. . .read more
Early on a cold, rainy, dreary Sunday morning, a man sits in a chair in the deep darkness of a small side chapel off the main sanctuary of the church of the old Monastery of Gonia. . .read more
. . .The whole Universe is still expanding, so say the astronomers. The landmass under my feet is moving west at the rate of half an inch a year. The sea floor is still spreading. Nothing is holding still – every atom in existence is whirling away in relentless motion.read more
. . .Fleeting beauty is always poetic, but flowers are dead on arrival – a fading, fugitive, momentary gesture.
An onion, on the other hand, is not only beautiful; it is useful and contains lasting possibility – magic and mystery and miracle. . .
. . . a little boy – 5 maybe. . . has drawn a picture of mountains on either side of a valley that has a river running through it. Now he has added a rainbow, also drawn in pencil, and he is ready to fill in between the lines with colors. He pauses. Looks up at you and asks: “Which color goes on the top?”read more
This Museum has some unique qualities. It is completely private and personal – never ever open to the public. Each human brain Museum is unique – no two exactly alike.read more
. . .our interest in sports and games is seldom rational or conscious. It’s idiosyncratic – specific to the individual person. To each his own, with acceptance, not disapproval. That’s why I can tell you about Sumo and Hakuho Sho.read more
It’s mid-day in mid-winter in mid-town Moab, Utah. Here’s the intersection of Center Street and Highway 191. The traffic light has just turned yellow. . .read more