Me, Myself & Eye Blog

  “again I’m within myself. i walked away, but here i come sailing back, feet in the air, upside-down, as a saint when he opens his eyes from prayer: now. the room, the tablecloth, familiar faces… listen, if you can stand to. union with the friend means not being who you’ve been, being instead silence:…

  what ever was inside roared the deepest roar ever, releasing the loneliness, the anger and fear.  it was shame and it came spilling onto the page as i thrust my hand deeper down my throat.   there’s no take–backsies in life – no undoing – no binging on soft serve and purging regret.   this…

  i am humbled and amazed by the many opportunities to feel uncomfortable – to risk in order to find the balance between what my heart longs for and what my mind needs.    i teach the skills that support wellbeing – awareness and attention — mindfulness.  and, i do this by introducing individuals, groups and systems to new ways…

i see you. and, also, i see the me in you. I pretend not to be you and you pretend not to be me, always finding new ways of hiding.     when i was seven i corrected my dad as he told a fib to a ticket-collector.  if i were six, he would have saved…

  when the seed is planted, it grows unaware of what it will become. all it knows is becoming.   i had the opportunity and honor to watch my son and his high school jazz band perform at the prestigious essentially ellington competition in new york city this weekend.  it was a coming together of…

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…

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…

  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…

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…