I’m currently serializing my book on Medium! You can begin to read here:
Think back to the feeling of being a child out exploring the world. How vivid our imaginations were! How the days seemed to last forever. How we created spontaneous games. The world was so exciting. The colors so vibrant, the scents so fresh. We belonged to and loved the world, and it belonged to and loved us right back.
If you didn’t have a childhood like this due to living conditions or other circumstances, then perhaps you can recall a moment from later in life—during a walk in nature, or just an epiphanic moment—in which you remembered your imaginative, childlike…
I just finished Matt Haig’s bestselling book, “The Midnight Libary.”
It’s one of the most thoughtful, creative, honest, and inspiring books I’ve read in a long time. If you’ve been eyeing it, definitely pick it up.
In the story, a woman who is disappointed with her life and filled with regrets attempts to take her own life. While in the space between life and death, she gets a rare opportunity to visit The Midnight Library, where she “test drives” the different lives she could’ve or might've lived had she chosen a different path.
What if she’d gone further with her…
If you imagine communication with your soul to be all pretty lights and lovely words, then perhaps we need to remember that the essence of our soul is Truth. And no one speaks the language of truth quite like our soul—even if it’s hard to hear.
In this last chapter of Section 6, I have just this kind of conversation with my soul, at a time when I needed it most.
Chapter 45: Numb
“You don’t belong at the center anymore,” a friend and trusted confidante of mine said as we shared a cup of tea together…
It’s no secret that writers don’t often make very much money. Sure, some people hit the jackpot, or find great, steady work writing for a national magazine or something similar. But for the large majority of us, we either have someone else in our lives who can cover the bills, or we have another full-time job.
It is the work of another article to discuss why our culture devalues the work of writers (and artists in general) and why this must change, but what’s on my mind today is what keeps me coming back to the blank page, each and…
“Now that you’ve both had your first relationships and your first break-ups, we need to mark the occasion! What should we do?”
This text I sent to both my daughters confused them at first. A ceremony to mark “first break-ups” is not generally something people do.
But there’s nothing quite like our first romantic relationship. It leaves a mark on our hearts forever. This is also true about first break-ups. I certainly remember these “firsts” in my life. And so, I wanted to acknowledge my daughters’ experiences with an initiation ceremony.
True initiation is a response to an inner calling…
“The atoms of our bodies are traceable to stars that manufactured them in their cores and exploded these enriched ingredients across our galaxy, billions of years ago. For this reason, we are biologically connected to every other living thing in the world. We are chemically connected to all molecules on Earth. And we are atomically connected to all atoms in the universe. We are not figuratively, but literally stardust.”
― Neil deGrasse Tyson
Lately, I’ve been rewatching “Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey,” a documentary narrated by astrophysicist Neil deGrasse Tyson in which he takes us all in his “Ship of Imagination”…
“I need to see you!” the text from a friend read.
I almost dropped my phone, like I’d burned my hand.
I get triggered when people say they need me. I twitch when someone gets too close inside my personal space. I start looking for a way out when someone comes in for a hug. How long will this last? I think.
You see, I am a cat person.
When I make this admission, I’m both admitting the obvious—that I gravitate more toward cats than dogs (though I love and own both).
I’m also admitting I’m a cat kind of…
“You have a right to perform your prescribed duty, but you are not entitled to the fruits of your actions. Never consider yourself the cause of the results of your activities, nor be attached to not doing your duty.”
The Bhagavad Gita, Chapter 2, verse 47
I selected a delicate teacup from the collection displayed on Joy’s kitchen countertop.
Joy was a friend, a therapist, a guide. She poured two cups of hot, green tea. We sat down in a pair of window-facing, sunlit chairs in her living room.
Joy listened as I spilled my fresh, tear-stained stories: