Saturday, February 8, 2020


I had a conversation recently with a friend who has one of the bigger hearts on the planet. Reflecting on the state of the world, she tells me, "There is no suffering." Out of kindness, I choose to let her temporary lapse of her grip on reality go unnoticed. Yet, like a seed planted in fertile ground, how such an odd concept could be true has been begging to make its way out of my imagination. And so I present it here:

Pain, loss, destruction are not in themselves suffering. They just are. We are the ones who see suffering in them when in fact they are pure experience. Raw material that we are at choice to work with as we like. We could choose to become sufferers of pain, loss, destruction. We could choose to become one who takes this raw material of experience and in embracing what is gained from it, becomes more than we were before. We could be blessed with a wealth of experience, a treasure trove to help and inspire.

I send out thanks to this friend who saw what I couldn't see and I share this with you so that you can know what the choice is, when it comes to suffering.

Monday, January 27, 2020

Look at This!

There seems to be no end to the ways we can now, so incredibly easily, take not only still shots but video recordings of every second of our lives and share them instantly, if we like.

If I wanted, I could even add a video to this blog post.  Would it still be a blog then? I wonder.... Getting back to the point I'm intending to make, we have the capacity to be outrageously connected to each other. Amazing!!!

I'm asking that in all of your sharings and connectings, you keep in mind the power you have. Bring your heart into the picture. There's plenty of displays of anger and fear in the media. You be the one who brings a lift, a bit of joy or beauty or silliness. Contribute to light in the darkness.

Monday, October 7, 2019


There's this expectation that we forgive out of compassion. Seeing the situation from the other's point of view, that they are doing the best they can and when they can do better they will, walking a mile in their shoes before we judge.

I'm finding this to be backwards. Those lovely perspectives aren't available to those of us who have yet to attain sainthood. What we can do is forgive for our own benefit. For us. Because we cannot heal from the wound until we do. Not because forgiveness is deserved.

When forgiving happens and we free ourselves from being trapped in an endless loop of anger and resentment, we can be at peace. When we are once again at peace, some of those lovely perspectives might be available. And that is good.

Thursday, September 19, 2019


I'm going to say that our endless fascination with how we, or anything we have an interest in, rates in comparison to any other person or thing we have an interest in, springs directly from one of the two defining characteristics of humanity here on earth; We are aggressive. When our aggression gets out of hand, we can become violent.

I also say that we, as humans, may be very attached to this appetite for competition and the rating of each other. It may not seem as destructive as outright aggression. Yet it creates separation, and it is separation that causes humans here on earth's greatest sorrow: loneliness.

The counterpoint and saving grace for us is that other defining characteristic; We are to our very core curious. It is this that is the source of our greatness.

What would our world be like, I wonder, if we fostered our curiosity and let up on the competition.

Wednesday, September 11, 2019

One A Day

Maybe a better title for this blog would be A Color A Day. I'll let you decide.

The idea here is that we need little respites, especially when the day seems long. To be taken out for just a few seconds. A breath or two.

In the morning, before things revv up, choose a color for the day. Even say to yourself, "Today the color is ____." You will be amazed to find that your color will show up for you, and when it does, you can take your breath or two. And then go on.

Try choosing a shape. A number. A sound.

One a day. For a respite.

Friday, April 5, 2019

Baloney for Big Folk

Baloney is still around. You know, mild thinly-sliced sausage that just fits on sandwich bread. It has to be a century since the butcher sliced it off to order, since it's come pre-sliced and sealed in a plastic wrapper probably since around the time Superman made it to the comics. Reliably the same shape and taste in every grocery store here in the U.S., and likely elsewhere as well. Bologna, if you do your grocery shopping on-line. It's my belief that the secret for its longevity lies in a hearty dislike for undependability when one's wish is to just be fed.

Kids are known for that. They don't appreciate their food playing tricks on them. When, inevitably, we become big folk that need for something as reliable as a baloney sandwich, an anchor of sorts, does not leave us.

I could go off on a coffee tangent here, as I see coffee having some striking similarities to bologna. I will, instead, get back to something more bedrock, healthier, and more available. We as earthlings always have what is right under our feet. We have our Earth. It's vibrancy flows up into us through the energy centers in the bottoms of our feet. Those so-called first chakra openings can be widened with a thought. Try it. Say this, "I expand my connection to Earth so that I may be fed."  See if it doesn't feel better than baloney.

Tuesday, March 26, 2019

My Invisible Wrist Band

I know it's in modern times that this rubber wrist band printed with words expressing what the wearer supports, or maybe wishes for, phenomenon came about. So long ago that I don't recall when I first noticed them. 

I have one that I like to wear. It's invisible for a couple of reasons. For one, I like the colors I'm wearing to, as you might say, go together, and you can't count on that without having stacks of them.

Mostly I don't want to be misunderstood. My band is printed with, "I'm with you." Not to mean that I agree. Just a kind of heart to heart thing. I'm with you when you're hurting, when you're afraid, when you're angry, confused. I'm with you because it is so very easy to feel separate in our hurt and fear and anger and confusion. 

If that is what I wear, invisible or not, it is what I send out. I'm standing for being with you, hoping to move us one step closer, and farther away from separation.