I recently heard a phrase that really resonated with me. I still don’t understand it completely. I’m still trying it on for size. I’m pretty sure someone other than the person I heard it from coined it. I know it wasn’t me. There are no original ideas.   But I am trying to lean hard […]

Some of you can likely stop reading in a couple sentences; this may not resonate with or interest you. But, for me, with my insufferable monkey-brain permanently stuck on overdrive coupled with my insatiable need to learn everything before I die, such questions are irresistible. How can I measure “X” but really indirectly measure “Y”?

This, like essentially everything I think to share, is a rework of just breath and be present. Or, we always have all that we need. Or Zen is a finger pointing to the moon. Or, hurry never!   I have been honestly dreading today. If, my counting is correct (and of course that is the

There is only one truth. And that truth is NOW. The big question is are we able to hear it, to access it, to consider and hope and believe that it exists, to live it? Some are more useful or pleasant or direct paths, but all roads lead there. Go East or go West and

I’ve been working on this all day. It spontaneously came to me as I was hiking up a beautiful trail to a beautiful lake in a beautiful mountain range in a beautiful state. I just dropped a glass on the floor and it shattered into many hundred pieces all over the dining room and kitchen.

There is a tiny little picture I snapped of my daughter a few heart beats after she was born. I titled the photograph “three minutes old”. I can see that grainy image in full flip-phone level picture clarity any time I want by just thinking about it. That really is a bookmarked end of my

Why can I not stop working? Why do I feel ashamed or worthless or vulnerable if I switch from building or fixing or mowing to writing or painting or learning to code? I have learned how to feel okay with meditating and doing yoga and exercising. I have no idea how this has been accomplished.

I have always had a hard time lying. It really unsettles me. For me personally, it makes me feel unsafe. I don’t shy away from lying because I am any more noble or altruistic (does altruism actually exist?) than anyone else. For the same reason that I am proactively nice to people more easily when

You are in luck; you get a two-fer today. The original title was going to be “Just keep moving”, but as I began fleshing out the idea, I realized that I simultaneously agreed and disagreed with the idea, so I added the ending modifier. I like it now. It seems more correct-ish.   The original

It may be time to explain explicitly why (I believe) I keep writing these blog postings. Why I am drawn to ask questions, seek answers, and then feel the desire and responsibility to share them. I know that this is one way that I manage or soothe my anxiety. I search for answers to challenges