recent pictures

pirateNathan, a pirate, an Indian, and Underwear-Man.

canoe

Canoeing with Balázs.

canoe

Canoeing with Balázs.

At Skanszen.

At Skanszen with the boys.

skanszen

At Skanszen with the boys.  This is a replication of what Hungary used to look like hundreds of years ago.  This windmill was our favorite thing.

teaching humanity

“The abilities associated with the humanities and the arts are also vital, both to the health of individual nations and to the creation of a decent world culture. These include the ability to think critically, to transcend local loyalties and to approach international problems as a “citizen of the world.” And, perhaps most important, the ability to imagine sympathetically the predicament of another person.  This essential ability can be called the narrative imagination: it leads us to be intelligent readers of other people’s stories and to understand their emotions and wishes.”

read this article by Martha Nussbaum in Newsweek

remember

“Man’s first faculty is forgetting.”  -Albert Camus

“I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought; and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.”  -G. K. Chesterton, Orthodoxy

new discovery

parachute hillWe recently discovered this awesome spot not too far from our apartment.  Don’t know the name of the mountain yet, but it is above Szépvölgyi út.  This picture is taken from the place where people parachute from most everyday.  Spectacular view of our part of the city…northern Budapest.  We’ll go back and get some good pictures of the parachuters soon!

day with dad

a couple weekends ago, Seth and I spent a whole day together.  We went hiking and found this awesome spot overlooking the Danube.  Nearby there is a zipline that goes down this hill.  Whoa.  In the winter, people ski down this slope.  On the other side of those mountains is Slovakia, just a few kilometers from where we live. 

Seth in Visegrad

where the echoes stop

Where the Echoes Stop

by Erwin Raphael McManus

I want to stand where the echoes stop.
Far past where sound has abandoned thought.
Where silence reigns over redundancy.
Where once well said is more than enough.

I want to stand where the echoes stop.
Where words must be born to be heard.
Where speech is a gift and not a curse.
Where there is more of the unique and less of the mundane.

I want to stand where the echoes stop.
Where meaning is rescued from noise…
Where conviction replaces thoughtless repetition…
Where what everyone is saying surrenders to what needs to be said.

I want to stand where the echoes stop.
Where the shouting of the masses falls silent to the whisper of the one…
Where the voice of the majority submits to the voice of reason…
Where “they” do not exist; but “we” do.

I want to stand where the echoes stop.
Where substance overthrows the superficial…
Where courage conquers compliance and conformity…
Where words do not travel farther than the person who speaks them.

I want to stand where the echoes stop.
Where I only say what I believe.
Where I only repeat what changes me.
Where empty words finally rest in peace.

I want to stand where the echoes stop.

“Be still and know that I am God…” -Psalm 46:10a