One symbol for living a good life At the outset of this article, I want to express my appreciation to Lynn Tryba. Her prompt this morning, https://lynntryba.medium.com/writing-prompt-for-the-day-9578a3c82660 not only opened the door of this piece but because I wove it into my meditation practice it open the spiritual door to…

Exploring and Practicing life One thing is certain, no one else lives in our minds. No one else makes our decisions for us and no one else perceives the choices to which we’re exposed. Therefore, we can look to no one else for the outcomes of our lives. It is…

A story of self-esteem — The sea is rough, rugged, and choppy. The ship I am was well built yet vulnerable. I came to these shores alone, in the dark and I will depart them the same way. Remaining inland never treading the waves is not the way for me or others who sail. It is fear…

Transform it I came just to be Emerging as I lived Dying to transform The Nature of my life is as impeccable as I choose it to be. Had I only known this from my birth perhaps the drama would have been more purposeful. Living has been at times tenuous…

A memory like the note of a fine wine In June of 2021, I wrote a piece about the “original place” or “In Situ.” Everything around us has changed since then except, the “original place” itself. It is the time and space where we are one, experiencing this plane, our…

If you don’t know find out. If you do know — do it! I originally published this article 9 years ago in another online publication. A friend of mine reminded me of my mission back then: “ The purpose of my life is to live my life on purpose. My…

And gratitude for his gift There are times in our lives when seeing, feeling, or hearing the blessings all around us are drowned out by physical and perceived distractions. They are. in reality, still present. One of the most profound experiences can be had when a mentor, someone who is…

Both are a choice — which one will you choose? I’m not a mathematician and that’s really good because this article is not about mathematics. The metaphors are easy to recognize, I judge, and important all the same. It is not our differences that divide us. It is our inability…

We need each other — I cry help me, please yet I hear no one answer. Again I cry, help. It’s as if our children are in a vacuum, devoid of assistance from sound parental role models. We look into the world as a fishbowl, see their fear, and watch them run for their lives…