Committed to peace

Of late I have been dealing with the consequences of my past actions. To say I fucked up is an understatement of inordinate proportion. I can’t undo the past, what I did, what was said, what was intended, what damage these actions created. The events occurred at...

Learning to kiss again

I watched a movie on the flight home from Norway. Only one line stuck with me “we crap on the ones we love”. I don’t know what it takes, or how long, to pull away the crap and find the core of love underneath the pile we build. But I will keep digging, maybe for a...

Waves of emotions

I am returning from a trip to the West Coast. Jacquelyn and I took my parents to California as a gift to celebrate their fiftieth anniversary. We spent time in San Francisco, and then made our way eastwards into Yosemite National Park. Since first seeing Ansel Adam’s...

Namaste

I am reading a book written by Sharon Salzberg, Lovingkindness: The Revolutionary Art of Happiness. A focal point of her message is that “Love for others without the foundation of love for ourselves becomes a loss of boundaries, codependency, and a painful and...

Curiously Absent

I wish my silent absence was due to a period of reflection, or self-development, about which I could wax lyrically. However, instead, life’s curve ball sent me chasing down a path of lay off, searching and reemployment. This was an unplanned adventure caused by...

The importance of just Being

In the fall of 2016 I changed vehicles. Previously I had been driving a rather luxurious Volvo station wagon. The Volvo was purchased as a rebuttal to my impractical sports car that moved with me to Minnesota over a decade ago. When we married, my wife and I each...

Am I meant to be a rolling mentor?

A favorite quote of mine from the author Mark Twain is: The two most important days in your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why. Much has been written about man’s eternal quest for reason, to discover the essence of what our purpose on...

I accept myself unconditionally right now

Yesterday I returned to the sweat shop, my weekly hot yoga class, an opportunity to immerse myself completely for an hour. The room kept at 105F, my body slick with running perspiration, drips falling noticeably from extended limps, onto my sodden towel. My body and...