A recent journal entry So many days since my beloved left the planet I awake in what I feel is the depression of discombobulation, of having a life with too many moving pieces and too few stationary ones to accomplish much in the way of worldly ambition. Then I have a cup of Death Wish […]
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To enquire “Who am I?” is the only remedy for all the ills of the world. It is also perfect Bliss.~ Ramana Maharshi My answer to “Who am I?” is “Manifestation of God.” Then again, that’s my take on all of existence. Of course, how completely I experience that answer in a given moment defines
Dmitri Hvorostowski was born October 16, 1962, the same year as my son Peter, and the same day nine years later that my father would die. Hvorostowski himself died of a brain tumor on Peter’s birthday, November 22, 2017. Perhaps these dates are the way the universe underscores the importance to me of Hvorostowski as
A quote I can’t find the source of at the moment goes something like, “The measure of intelligence is not knowledge, but imagination.” I’m not a fair judge of that sentiment because I’m infatuated with my imagination, a source of all-but-unprecedented joy. Knowledge is fun and useful, to be sure, but for whacked-out delight
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In so many ways life is simple, except perhaps between our ears. If we focus our attention outside our own consciousness, our own heart, our own soul—which is to say in the direction of the worldly world—the experience of duality is the only sure thing. Everything, and its opposite. As a result, we are
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Angel On Five is the name of this drawing. It represents what I imagine my pop saw in ’71 as he left his body. He was 65, approaching the green on the fifth hole of his favorite golf course on a Saturday morning round with some buddies. He’d had a monster coronary a decade
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Could it be that yesterday I heard a sentence never before uttered in the history of humankind? See what you think. Yesterday was Halloween Abundant Flamboyant on Main Street Beacon, NY—costumes galore, even a parade. For our part as soon-to-be proprietors of a Main Street gallery named Playful Loving Deep (opening a week from today
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Two days ago a thought arrived, not for the first time, being a man who needs all the reminders he can get, including a tattoo on the heart since birth saying “Everything is a Gift”. The blessings of the universe have nothing to do with “worthiness”. Nothing to do with how practiced I am in