Jim Taylor

Taylor: I am the splash in the great pond

I must not think of myself as standing on the shore making ripples in a lake…I am the splash.

Taylor: The greatest story ever told

In this story…we are not the goal of creation; we are a part of its continuing story.

Taylor: A handful of theologies

Differentiate between 'theisms' to find your comfort zone

Taylor: The silent ministry of knitting

When I open up my heart to let others into it, something sometimes happens. Something good.

Taylor: Hard choice to forgive abusers

Four years after Amanda Lindhout was freed, she could write, “I choose to forgive the people who took my freedom from me and abused me…”

Taylor: Delay the Pearly Gates: Join a church

Do happy, long-lived people join in more social activities and volunteer than grumpy people?

Taylor: Singing synchronizes body, breath

Ancient monks felt uplifted while singing sonorous psalms.

Taylor: Internalized ethics of selfies

I had thought of selfies as an aberration until I read The Road to Character, by David Brooks.

Taylor: The most successful subversion

Most empires imposed authority from the top down. The Christian church infiltrated from the bottom up.

Taylor: What’s your ‘complexity quotient?’

How we handle complex matters may show true intelligence.

Taylor: There’s a purpose to kids’ play

Learning negotiation skills and how to compromise is all in a day’s play.

Taylor: Epitaph for a song writer

The world’s Joy Quotient declined a little on Sunday March 6, when Ian Macdonald died.

Taylor: Three little hens go north. Way north.

Little hens that don’t mind the cold go north to lay eggs for Inuvik.

Taylor: Whole body listening

We are whole body creatures. We communicate with our whole bodies. We listen with our whole bodies.

Taylor: Either/or thinking, or both/and thinking

Did the Big Bang make a bang?…At the instant of creation, there was nothing to ripple. Not even space for the ripples to expand into.

Taylor: Breathe in, Breathe out

Breathing an unconscious act that sustains us all.

Taylor: Reclaiming the goodness of darkness

Animals who know they are dying don’t head for the centre of the pack. They slip off quietly into the night.

Taylor: Spontaneous collaboration at work

To me, the real world’s continually changing kaleidoscope can only happen symbiotically. No one is in charge, directing every detail.

Taylor: The science of transitions

Linguist James Harbeck introduced me to the word “limen” which means, in its original Latin, a threshold, a crossing over.

Taylor: The only thing on my Christmas list

If I don’t want things anymore, does that mean that, for all intents and purposes, I cease to exist?