What is that one last leaf there atop the highest branch of the frozen maple? Hanging on desperately for dear life after all her companions have long…… Read more “The solo leaf in fall”
The conversation is a common one, really. I hear it almost daily. Call me by my full name. Use this title, please. I worked hard for these…… Read more “Where does your worth come from?”
We must grow towards a place of less judgement. This is the natural and inevitable result of of spiritual maturing… and perhaps one of the reasons why…… Read more “Growth toward less judgement”
“This cannot wait,” I am told. We inhale it in the air we breath. Continue to improve upon the past. We drink it in the water. Tomorrow can…… Read more “Balance is the Foundation”
As I lay in bed, in the thin space before sleeping, the only thing I could think was, “Where is my Self if I am on the receiving end of everything?” If I live in gratitude and indebtedness to Life as it comes to me, always and everywhere, Self seems so utterly overrated. What’s the use of a Self? I am not a self-made man. I am not autonomous or inevitable. In that moment I felt the dissolution of my self. “Dissolution”… the breaking apart or loosening or untying. Turning from a solid into a fluid state.