I’m trying to stay conscious of myself, aware of my disposition and how it shapes my world. Today I found myself wanting to mutter the F word a lot. I was faced with an unexpected and altogether unnecessary workloa due to a vendor I work with enforcing a new policy. In short, I spent about … Continue reading Journal: A Beast of Burden
Below, at the bottom of this entry, is an entry I began writing before publishing, Past Reconciled: Future Reclaimed; however, it overlaps much of its predecessor in substance and feeling, and thus can be considered an accompaniment to the aforementioned. Just in the five minutes I spent finishing the entry that follows, which we may … Continue reading Journal: Green Pastures, and The Storybook
For a very long time I lived by the banal platitude that if you were depressed, you were living in the past; if you were anxious, you were living in the future; and if you were at peace, you were living in the present. The mindfulness of conscious awareness and gratitude aside; I have learned: … Continue reading Past Reconciled: Future Remedied
I’ve been working on another entry lately, spending the past few nights near the water, before bed, turning over big deep metaphors, trying to communicate the wisdom of hindsight, having made it out of the deep Dark Night of The Soul. But really, I’ve just gotta say: Amen. I breathe now to center myself. Big, … Continue reading Bubba Grew Up, Amen.
17 June, 2015 Writing on my phone, on the shore, under the stars; routine. From the 17th century French word route, meaning ‘road’, and from the Latin ruptus, meaning ‘broken’. It’s the broken road I take. Broken because it’s not the journey, that is whole, but taking the journey that makes us whole. It was trying … Continue reading Journal: Routine, Civic Duty, and Nights on The Shore
“If the person doesn’t listen to the demands of his own spiritual and heart life, and insists on a certain program, you’re going to have a schizophrenic crack-up. The person has put himself off-center; he has aligned himself with a programmatic life, and it’s not the one the body’s interested in at all. And the … Continue reading On Religion as a Bridge to The Soul
Original copyright 1952. Centennial edition (from Steinbeck’s birth in 1902), Penguin Books, copyright 2002 Chapter 1 “You can boast about anything if it’s all you have. Maybe the less you have, the more you are required to boast.” – p. 4 “And it never failed that during the dry years the people forgot about the … Continue reading Passages: East of Eden, John Steinbeck
Another day. Another joyous, glorious day. I no longer have to ask myself if I’m doing it right. For I am living in accordance with my nature, in harmony with life: as the bird sings, so too, I sing. I was almost perfect today, save a creeping weakness or two. I sent a fool-hearted text … Continue reading Another Day