Me, Myself & Eye Blog

when snowflakes, rain and leaves are lost in the fall, there is no fear – no hesitation, no clinging. there is only rejoicing, for when they return to the earth they are found once again.    when i was seven i became lost in a neighboring town.   i was following my friend’s older brother as…

here, in my imagination, i believe. here in my mind i am aware. here in my heart i am faithful. here, with my feet on this earth, trusting, i am jesus. i can walk on water.   During a recent discussion on emotional intelligence, our group was prompted to contemplate the definition of success through…

my dear, beloved brother-in-law died today.   life is happening.  i pull away. and, with each person that i loose, i come closer to my death. my mind and body work together to shield my heart – to stave the inevitable away. my gut pulls in and my breath constricts, and, i am choked by…

and, still, the voices rose from the pile of ash and stone.  i could hear them echo across the valley … carried by the wind. i could feel them in my lungs as they struggled for the breath to be expressed – how they longed to be heard – and how these footsteps carefully followed…

it’s autumn. somewhere, a child stands on the rocky shore of a placid pond. he holds in his hand a carefully chosen stone slim and smooth so selected for its ability to glide effortlessly between water and air.   with a slight turn of his head and a flick of the wrist it’s sent heralding…

What’s the world’s greatest lie?… It’s this: that at a certain point in our lives, we lose control of what’s happening to us, and our lives become controlled by fate. Paolo Coehlo    i left my phone at home this morning.   as walked my buddy, henry, i noticed all the sounds around me –…

  you are here because there’s something that you need something that you seek – something that you want to know and understand something that you’ve tasted before, but which feels blended away by time and memory something that your heart aches for something that feels so far from you but is so absolutely near  …

we sat in a circle around her on the cold, hard linoleum floor… leaning forward just enough to catch her words – magical, mythical, mystical words that rose in esoteric verse. all the while, we sat perfectly still in the dark and the candle flickered and her face was all-aglow in light and shadow.  …

  it wasn’t a place where i could arrive. there was no indication that i was here. all there was, was an instant of awakening – where all the information was seen in clarity, without obstructions.  there was wide view, totality and trust in what lay beyond the perimeters of sight. this is what made these experiences so important –…