Recently I've caught a few episodes of a show in which the main character—who was alive during the American Revolutionary War—is brought back to life in present day. Various movies and books play with the same theme, but I found this show to have decent writing and a clever way of juxtaposing past and present so it reminds us just how fortunate we are to be alive—how much we have, yet take for granted.Read More
It's minutes before New Year's.
I remember one year I celebrated with my father and my cousin Charlie, who was several years older than I was (thirteen at the time). Minutes after the clock struck twelve, I asked my cousin, "What does it feel like to live in the 90's?"...
A number of years ago, I had one of the most profound experiences driving down the interstate. It was well into the fall in upstate New York, the leaves ablaze with crimsons and oranges against a pale, grey sky. Through the clouds off in the distance broke the most beautiful sunset I’d ever beheld—it completely robbed me of breath...Read More
I’ve been reading (and re-reading) one of Keith Raniere’s more recent essays. It’s one of those things you read that not only broadens your perspective on the subject entirely—it offers tools to think differently about everything else. That’s something I find is truly unique to his thinking and writing...Read More
I love what I do—love, love, love what I do.
I don’t remember when it was exactly, but somewhere between the ages of eight and twelve, I distinctly remember deciding when I grew up, I would love my work. I promised myself there wouldn’t be a single day when I’d wake up and dread the workday ahead...Read More
There’s a story I read several years ago; it comes and goes like a familiar ghost, but lately it’s more and more present. To me, it’s one of the simplest, most poignant allegories on the human condition—as long as you’re willing to look beyond theological constructs...Read More
I should probably explain where the tag line for this site comes from in part: Two years ago a dear friend of mine, Barbara Jeske, gave me her copy of Irina Tweedie’s The Chasm of Fire: A Woman's Experience with the Teachings of a Sufi Master. The title is self-explanatory, and it’s a great read...Read More
First official post. I’m finding the same odd mix of excitement, curiosity and hesitation I usually experience when I’m around very small children—the hesitation stemming from hyperawareness of children’s impressionability. To think that anything you say or do, and possibly think or feel, is forever recorded in another’s experience is, well, mind blowing. Writing is no different...