As a society we are on a precipice. We are at the edge of an evolutionary leap, a potential rebirth that is predicated on how enlightened we die (figuratively and literally).
Every New Year a mantra reveals itself to me that serves as a compass for my decisions and actions and that challenges me to go beyond my limitations of ego and mind. The mantra is more than just words. It’s an invitation to break a hypnosis that quietly runs aspects of my life. It can be subtle and although it may seem obvious there is always a much deeper, hidden meaning behind the simple words.Read More
The last time I saw my mother she was smiling and laughing at nothing in particular. My mother has dementia and has had dementia for almost ten years now. Each visit brings an onslaught of guilt and uncomfortable feelings. Could I have done something different to ease this for her? For years I discounted my heritage and all my ancestors and in doing so devalued her. How could I have been so heartless? How could I have stayed out all night and worried her to death when I was in my twenties? Why didn’t I stay with her in Boston after I married? The list goes on and on.
And then it happened...
I have been thinking about what is happening in the USA and in other parts of the world from my vantage point in Ecuador. Natural disasters, corrupt governments, the bloodstains of hate in city streets and remote villages.
I chose to stay silent as I processed my own feelings and allowed a kind of emotional distance to pass so I could speak with greater clarity about my thoughts. I’m choosing to share this with you because it may provide a new point of view for my readers. You may agree or disagree and both are fine.Read More
Somewhere in Norway the sound of a ringing telephone pierces a street corner telephone booth. The incessant ringing must surely bring someone running, curious as to why this one specific telephone booth would be vibrating with urgency.
The call went answered.Read More
Like an exclamation point to the month of May is Mother’s Day.
I’m in the middle, between a son becoming a man and a mother becoming pure spirit.
It’s not that I feel tension. Actually I feel blessed to be able to observe this continuum of life, the beginning of one and the conclusion of another. I am both at the same time, becoming and ending, in my own journey. I experience this paradox not as a polarity but more like a mobius strip that folds into itself over and over again.Read More