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, wishing to make comparisons, I rented Bohemian Rhapsody. I had walked wide circles around that one before, failing to imagine how anyone could…

On flowing through horizons

I let the weekend pass by without writing, too preoccupied to string thoughts together sensibly with the correct measures of thought for others, the big picture, my little self. I’m worried about things: my country, my judgment, our systems of justice, overall stamina to rise to the occasions arising. And of course the just day-to-day….

Beyond belief (systems)

So I’m driving along when it hits me: “Belief systems are effects, not causes; everyone has the wrong end of the stick.” The paradigm of the last decade or more has been to think in terms of belief systems (programming packages from childhood and current environment), then to examinine, expose, and consciously replace outdated thinking…

Streams and Channels

… Ironically, I do hope many others will come to this kind of place too, no matter how proselytizing that sounds: uniquely personal practices, uniquely tailored expressions, and the patience to let the energy of those expressions and practices come forward before labeling, owning them, or making them permanent in any way.

Comparing ‘Waking Up’ and ‘Insight Timer’

I stepped up meditation practice recently, beginning with using the new app from Sam Harris, Waking Up, but also continuing with Insight Timer. Along with just giving more time. Things I appreciate about the Waking Up app: It is NOT a social media app. There are no ‘rewards’ like stars or trophies for meditating more…

Holding/Not Holding

I couldn’t hold on to the sounds, but I would generate a trace memory of the sound that would trick me occasionally, that would seem to be me holding onto the sound…

One Last Time

I’m terrible at goodbyes. Perhaps I’ve never seen one modeled well. I’ve always found it hard to be clear and just let go. I inevitably leave things sort of half undone for a while, hoping against hope that things will make sense of themselves.

The Singing Gecko, a Story – Part 3

Wondering where the singing gecko is?  You’ve arrived.  🙂

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

The Singing Gecko, a Story – Part 1

What I’m about to share took place more than ten years ago. So much has happened since then! But, it is a whimsical little story, about a pivot point in spiritual exploration that holds a sweet spot in my heart.      Curtain opens to a typical therapist’s office. Lots of books, comfy sofa with…