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sinkholes, potholes and assholes: navigating drama on the road of happiness
it’s been a long, crooked road. it’s been a long crooked life! life, as it turns out, is not a straight line. it zig-zags from here to there and from there to here … races up only to plunge back down and, often, as my young students like to point out, it feels like…
Read Morethe joy of awakening and the ascension of sound
transformation. it beckons me so … to stand up tall and face the sun – to be what is necessary – to accept what will become. there’s something in the spring – an excitement – anticipation. all around nature is erupting. the curious crocus bursts through winter’s slumber, squirrels scurry about with unearthed wonders and…
Read Moreno thing: the falling away of who you think you are
the snow is falling gently – silently – a reverie of death reminding me of the cycle of life – that birth follows death – that i have been here before. you are not who you think you are. you are not your clothes, or the car you drive – what you live…
Read Morelost and found in the wisdom of confusion
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…
Read Morestepping out and walking on water
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…
Read Morecatching redfish
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…
Read Morethis is the way … i will meet you there.
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…
Read Moreskipping stones
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…
Read Morethe alchemist: potions and possessions
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 –…
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