I take clean clothes from my automatic washer and dryer for granted. I take for granted as well the ability and easy affordability of calling my friend or relative across the country, across the world. Safe abundant cheap drinking water pouring out of multiple taps throughout my home, whenever I want it! Indoor plumbing and […]

Seems like a pretty basic question, but is it? What am I? Not who, but what. Am I this body? If I were to lose a limb, I’d still be me. So, I can’t be this body. This body is just a vessel to contain and carry and protect “me”.   Am I these thoughts?

Saying “I don’t know” is not only an underappreciated skill, it is actually viewed as a weakness by many if not most. But, the power of admitting to oneself “I don’t know” is immense. We actually need to have “I don’t know” pioneers. It is a work of compassion to spread the joy and health

I am guilty of this. I have used these as a crutch, as a way to avoid uncomfortable things. This has been a coping mechanism for me to manage anxiety. I “try” and “just” and “only” my way through life. I give myself just enough “wiggle room” so that I can simultaneously convince myself that

What a comforting though! What an equally terrifying proposition? Exactly! The glass is half full and half empty and not real and in flux all at the same time (and space). Say, for example, that there is a global pandemic, could be a virus, or fear, or despair, or loss of faith, or poor grammar.

The connective tissue of existence is faith. There is little else holding it all together. We have (or do not have) faith in ourselves, our community, societal adherence to stop lights, and value for fiat currencies. What causes recessions? Many things, but often largely loss of faith. What feeds their eventual inevitable recoveries; yep, faith.

Closing your eyes and feeling the warmth on your face and hearing the crackle in your ear from the fireplace. Going out in the dark beneath a silent clear sky cut by a full moon after a snowfall, before there are any footprints. Carefully lowering yourself into a steamy bubble bath. Taking the first sip

Life is not infinite. It is not perfect. Life is not all-or-nothing. Life is a precarious balancing act between wants and needs and safety and adventure. We have all heard that time is money, but it is so much more than that. Time can also be used or substituted for safety. Time can be spent

The world can be so perfect-ish. The problems of the day, of the year, of the millennium could just melt away. We have complete control over this (basically). If or when we all start living the way that we know would make us happy it will make us happy! If and when we start and

If a child were to tell you that they were terrified of a monster in their closet, you would likely explain that there is no monster, therefore nothing to worry about. If an adult said the same thing most people would assume that the adult has a mental illness and would then try to direct