In one flash, the fawn dashed into the underbrush, but the doe stood her ground. F or me, the encounter was a lesson in courageous parenting. It's a lesson I needed in a week of big rigs, fires, thunderstorms and heat waves. It was an even bigger lesson in the demand for contemplation in our modern lives. We often view summer vacation as a reprieve from the meaningful quests of our lives, but this week with friends in Michigan impressed me with the heavy load of meaning that even our days of leisure can transport.
Meaning demands reflection on the events.
As my summer vacation ends, I'm asking myself if we journalists shouldn't also challenge ourselves to more reflection on the events of the day. We've become masters of narration, but we remain minor players in humanity's search for meaning.