I am butterflies carried on a warm autumn breeze
I am a proud African man, and the buzzing of bees
I am fuzzy warm peaches and the afternoon sun
And occasionally I am a cinnamon bun
I am a small child, I’m also quite old
I’m the last spark of warmth when life appears cold
I am inspired, empowered, responsible, and free
There is no one who loves…[Read more]

I am butterflies carried on a warm autumn breeze
I am a proud African man, and the buzzing of bees
I am fuzzy warm peaches and the afternoon sun
And occasionally I am a cinnamon bun
I am a small child, I’m also quite old
I’m the last spark of warmth when life appears cold
I am inspired, empowered, responsible, and free
There is no one who loves…[Read more]

Taken one breath at a time, life reveals mystery and intrigue at every turn. An adventure is always available, though I don’t always see it as such. There are times when I lose touch with my breath and the world seems to bear down upon me like a tractor trailer on an open highway in the middle of the night. At times, the weight of the world feels…[Read more]

In this space through which time passes, waves of insecurity rise and threaten to engulf me. At one time, these waves were the cause of much distress, though now I know they are nothing more than simple thoughts. And now I clearly see places where I hide. Each time I am faced with a blank page, I go blank inside. It is a form of worthlessness I…[Read more]

Bowing deeply to the unknown, perfection stands revealed and the realm of possibilities begins to stir. Seizing unfettered imagination, dreams run freely as far as they care to go. It is here where seeds of intention can take root. Nourished by the morning dew in the bed of dreams from the night before, it can be tempting to run for the illusive…[Read more]

In this sacred space, a gentle wind chime dances with a warm summer breeze, and evening sunlight glistens off the ripples of the lake. All possibilities are revealed, and the only limitations are those I choose to place upon myself. Regardless of what is chosen, I remain free to explore what it means to be alive.

In this sacred space, where I am…[Read more]

When I choose the untrodden path, I explore, experience, and express a side of myself that otherwise remains unknown. A timid creature who needs a good bit of coaxing to feel safe sharing herself with the world. When I choose the untrodden path, she has a chance to challenge beliefs that have no foundation in reality. I love to watch her face…[Read more]

In the stillness of the dawn, I heard a voice whispering to me of the many possibilities for the day. My eyes widened and my heart thrilled at the variety of trails available to for me to explore. But how to choose? Each trail has their intrigue, but ultimately one wins out. I grab my notebook and pen and begin writing voraciously so that I might…[Read more]

Take 2 (Light Side): Standing on the razor’s edge of what was and what will be, I am filled with a deep fascination. I have just witnessed all that led up to my being here, but nothing of where I am going next. All the pieces of my life story make sense now in a way they never could before: even the parts I would have rewritten have now revealed…[Read more]

Take 1 (Dark Side): Standing on the razor’s edge of what was and what will be, I wonder: What direction will this next step take humanity? Each single step holds tremendous responsibility. Each step contains all steps that came before, and clarifies a bit more of what steps remain to be taken.

The entire history of time is recorded in each step,…[Read more]

Just beyond the known, discovery awaits. The unknown is not a location to travel to, but a place to come from. Dropping the pretense that “I know”, I enter the humble state of wonder.

Just beyond the known are insights into the true nature of reality. The unknown is not a place to get to, but a place that is never left. Trying to get there, I…[Read more]

The streaming sun upon my face reminds me of how utterly spoiled I am. I close my eyes, and in that moment, my will belongs solely to the earth, the sun, and the universe, to do as they please. And time and again, the pleasure chosen is to simply breathe in the miracle of this experience of life.

A smile paints itself upon my face as the “have…[Read more]

As the wild storm rages on, with the fate of humanity hanging in the balance, what is it I will choose? Will I choose to watch tv? Sit quiet in meditation? Shake my fist angrily at those in power? Cry for the children who will never know the miracle of biting into a ripe, wild peach?

As the wild storm rages on, there is no way to know if I or any…[Read more]

As the wild storm rages on, with the fate of humanity hanging in the balance, what is it I will choose? Will I choose to watch tv? Sit quiet in meditation? Shake my fist angrily at those in power? Cry for the children who will never know the miracle of biting into a ripe, wild peach?

As the wild storm rages on, there is no way to know if I or any…[Read more]

As the wild storm rages on, with the fate of humanity hanging in the balance, what is it I will choose? Will I choose to watch tv? Sit quiet in meditation? Shake my fist angrily at those in power? Cry for the children who will never know the miracle of biting into a ripe, wild peach?

As the wild storm rages on, there is no way to know if I or any…[Read more]