Fathers, Legends and Queens

I spent a lot of Fathers’ Day watching films, beginning with Rocketman as a promise to my daughter, who loved it so much that she paid to see it three times. Then finally compelled by a wish to make comparisons, I rented Bohemian Rhapsody. I’d kept walking wide circles around that one before, failing to…

Golden Moments

I felt restless. The beautiful day was calling me out into the flow of it all, and I needed to clear my head. We passed each other in the hallway, hesitating to go by. Then turned, at the exact same time, to more politely say, “Hello.” For five years in this apartment complex she has…

exposure, grief & integration

In some ways I have to recognize fragments of myself out there, reflections of my own valuing and idolizing without question and not wanting to know more. And I have to wish for their personas to be shattered to themselves as well, so the patterns don’t perpetuate indefinitely. [“me too”]

Justice

On a night like tonight I ask a question close to, “Does calling it karma make it easier to bear?” ‘It’ being my self, I think. I’m taking legal classes lately, for all sorts of reasons, but mainly because it feels like the right thing at this time, a next logical step. I feel at…

The Singing Gecko, a Story – Part 3

Wondering where the singing gecko is?Β  You’ve arrived.Β  πŸ™‚

Many changes flowed from the dawning of this new day, almost all of them quite subtle and light…

Aversion, to Openness

Kyoto, 2010 “Nothing real can be threatened. Nothing unreal exists. Herein lies the peace of God.” – A Course in MiraclesΒ 

Is this even true anymore?

Our minds are complex and amazing; a million times in a row, relinquishing anxieties to trust for a clearer way to emerge, works just fine. But there are matters one whittles away at for such long periods of time that the process moves into the background, becoming automatic, less unexamined. Then, like a withdrawal from the…