Less than a week before stepping into year 82, a slogan, or motto, or maybe just a wordy bumper-sticker of common sense appeared in the night kitchen: “We have all the time we need to find God.” That’s such a liberating notion. And at least one reason I also find it full of delight is
There is absolutely nothing in life on earth that I don’t find wonderful and sacred, while I sometimes also find it excruciating. That’s primarily because I don’t consider myself a human being. I am a soul, as are we all, an expression of the essence of the universe, a fingerprint of the reality that is
Werner Herzog is 82 today, born the year before I. I’m not familiar with the vast scope of his worldly expression, but what I am familiar with leads me to bow at his commitment to self-discovery, the bringing forth of stories in service of humankind’s awakening, and the willingness to meet life with a passion
My terror of heights limits my career as a window-washer on the Empire State Building. The building isn’t the cause of my terror. The cause is my inherent sense of unsafety at any distance off the ground more than the thickness of a comic book. My relationship with the building only triggers that reaction. In
When I die, an email from my address announcing the event, and a short statement of my two-cents about it, including my profound gratitude for everyone whose path I have crossed, even for a second, will be sent to all those on a list I’m compiling. I’ll be amused to discover the complete message, which
There seems to be no end to juicy reminders to pay attention. To the point that it just might be the universe’s number one message underlying all activity, all events, all stories. Asking ourself the why of everything, sidestepping preconceptions. And doing so with increasing fearlessness in embracing wherever our exploration leads. One of the
It’s been five years since my beloved surrendered her being to God in the wake of an extended illness that led her to say, “I know I love you. I know I love our children, our grandchildren, and so many people in our lives. I know we live in great beauty. I know we exist
Talk about a tough question. What is the most important realization in our soul’s journey to its inevitable conscious oneness with all of existence? I can hardly speculate, but among the elephants in the conversation surely must be that we alone are responsible for our every opinion, emotion and action, since they are the sole