I’ve been hearing for the last several months that 2012 is going to be a transformative year. Mostly in the spiritual circles I hang out in, but not exclusively. My astrologer friends say it’s going to be a bumpy year, energetically, and those prepared to lean into it will fare better than those who resist. The end of the Mayan calendar has people a bit...

So asked a friend of mine via email. "Probably not anytime soon, " I say to myself, but do not share with him.

My mind gets scattered all over the place. I catch myself thinking more than one thing at a time, and it’s like I have to decide which thing to pay attention to. It’s hard to tune things out so I can pay attention to ONLY one thing. Hence why I find meditation so difficult. Yet, also why I can’t leave it alone. But that whole issue is one of the...

I don’t know how not to lead. That might sound strange to you, but it’s true. I am almost pathologically unable to sit still, be quiet, not jump in and take charge, particularly if there’s a problem to be solved. I do know how to follow, but when there’s a gaping void of leadership, I can’t ignore it. I must fill it. It’s how...

It’s 10:30pm on Sunday night, and I’m sitting in my office with my two sons. We’re each kind of doing our own thing, but we’re doing it while carrying on a conversation…relating…BEing together. We just finished watching “I Am Sam” starring Sean Penn. We’re all kind of catching our breath. A hundred different...

Awareness sucks. There. I said it. Awareness is that critical ingredient that makes playing dumb, ignoring what’s right in front of my face, just plain impossible for me. But, I try…oh, how I try sometimes. But awareness always kicks my ass and wins. Now, I don’t help myself much, either, I must admit. I am constantly putting myself in...

Be not angry that you cannot make others as you wish them to be, since you cannot make yourself as you wish to be. ~Thomas à Kempis, Imitation of Christ, c.1420 I’ve spent an awful lot of time the last few years thinking about all the various ways I’ve handed over, given away, or misplaced my personal power. Not surprisingly, the ruminations began when...

Tears get a bad rap, I think. Or maybe that’s just me rationalizing, since they seem just a breath away lately. Sad tears. Lonely tears. Scared tears. Bone-tired tears. Nostalgic tears. Frustrated tears. Overwhelmed tears. Happy tears. Grateful tears. Joyful tears. Hopeful tears. I think tears are the words we can’t say. Like emotional Ex-Lax, or...

Today’s post is more for me than for you. I’ve been searching and searching for this clip of Craig’s show and finally found it. I remember seeing this monologue the night it aired (sometime the week of Feb. 19, 2007) and it made a dent in me, for sure. Please watch it. I promise you’ll laugh at least once or twice (and if you’re a friend...

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t always mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the...