The power and need of brotherly love. Over the last two weeks I’ve had three speaking events, a high-stakes presentation to client and a TV news interview. Upon reflection, it strikes me that the act of putting oneself out there and up on stage, creates a paradox of separation and
A Fusion of Rituals Each morning I wake up at about 4:45 am or so. Usually prior to a preset alarm. I rise, get cleaned and head downstairs to our sitting room. There’s lots of open space in that room. Some days a candle is lit in the early predawn. There
As part of Communal Acts of Beauty I leave poems for hikers along trails. Most often these poems are left within Penasquitos Canyon Preserve. When I started leaving poems, I usually folded them and tucked them into tree knots or nestled within branches. This weekend however, after spending time on
There is a trough in waves, a low spot where horizon disappears and only sky and water are our company. And there we lose our way unless we rest, knowing the wave will bring us to its crest again. There we may drown if we let fear hold us in
It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey. The mind that is not baffled is not employed. The impeded stream is
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