The Quest for Truth: Bye-Bye Seeker

What are you seeking? Most everyone is looking for something: more material stuff, better health or improved looks, a way to get ahead (legally or not), happiness and peace (however you define it), revenge, the fountain of youth, a way to be okay, a way to escape the pains of life, a more humane world, …

Masks of Pain: Unraveling Our Stories of Worth

The Phantom of the Opera is a favorite of mine. I identified, not with Christine, but with the Phantom, with the one who hid pain behind the mask. I didn’t want to see Christine choose a healthy love; I was silently hoping that she would choose the unlovable monster. I guess it isn’t a surprise …

Surfing the Seamless Sameness …

When you realize ‘why’ is irrelevant, that even if it wasn’t, there really is no true answer, that anything you come up with is merely your current best understanding, a thought, a belief that is bound for change … When you’ve seen that ‘how’ will reveal itself in its own good timing, that it isn’t …

The Places We Most Fear to Go

I’ve been reading quite a few novels lately, sci-fi, of course. I love science fiction. It’s such a great teacher. A new insight never fails to appear, opening possibilities previously not on my radar screen. Last night, towards the end of the seventh volume in the series I am reading, the author introduced the likelihood …

An Unstoried Life

There is a deep responsibility for life that lives within each of us. As we move along the spiritual path we learn to surrender, to let life be as it is, for it is as it is whether we let it be or not. Eventually when the surrender is complete, a new understanding dawns: this …

The Reality of Mortality

It doesn’t matter if you are black or white, red or blue, able to pay the bills, squeaking by or living in a tent, life on planet earth will eventually break you. The only difference is how long it takes before you truly grok the fact that no one gets out of here alive and …

The Body of God: The Mystery of Our Humanness

This earth and her inhabitants, the planets and stars, the appearance of space and time, of matter, both dark and visible, energy from zero point to the most concentrated, all that has been discovered and has yet to be—the universe in her completeness; the cosmos in her orderliness; the unknown in her mystery—is the body …

Die Before You Die

The fear of death has many layers. Like all of life it has components in the mental story, the emotional resonance, the spiritual agreements and the primal physical realm. The outside layer, the straight lines and squiggles, the low-hanging fruit of our blueprint is pretty easy to see, that is, if you really want to. …

Overcoming Self-Doubt: A Journey to Enoughness

I thought it was me. All those years I thought it was me, that I wasn’t—smart enough, pretty enough, clever enough, good enough—you know, loveable. Something didn’t add up, but I didn’t know what it was, so the only answer left to me was to try harder. I carefully picked out clothes and counted every …

Disbelieving Appearances: A Path to Aliveness

It’s a conundrum. I have no idea what is of the greatest value. I find it important to share what is happening in our world, and yet I can’t help but think that the sharing is redundant, that you already know about the world’s depravity, its deep dive into cruelty, its lack of a heart-based …

Demolishing the Illusion of Safety

The greatest gift these times are giving us is the demolition of the illusion of safety. On the surface it sounds like a good idea, to feel safe. Everyone says safety is critical to our ability to be honest with ourselves and others, but when we are cushioned within the illusion of safety, what are …

Owning My Experience

… EVEN WHEN IT CONFLICTS WITH MY PREFERRED SELF-IMAGE OF A LOVING HUMAN Life constantly reminds me to be observant of what’s happening within, and honest, absolutely real about owning my experience. Whenever I get pulled into the right-wrong game, it is sufficiently painful to slow me down, like life saying, take it down a …

Stepping Forward into the Despair

I’m not sure I can even write about this or if there is any point to writing anything at all, but alas, it seems I cannot not. Writing is what flows through me, an avatar, a seemingly personalized window into the here-now. This one is no more important than yours. It is simply my unique …