Port In a Storm

On this past Saturday morning, I was sitting on my meditation cushion on a dark, blustery morning in a room lit only by candles, listening to a storm lash the branches against the side of the house and the rain hit the windows of the French doors in front of me. There’s nothing like a … More Port In a Storm

Words, Words, Words

Have you ever been in one of those meetings that are so excruciating that they threaten to suck the marrow from your bones? I have. During one of those long and tortuous meetings, I noticed that we were making no progress at all despite several hours of intense discussion on the topic, let’s call it … More Words, Words, Words

Gratitude versus Greed

Nine years ago tomorrow my 79-year-old dad got on a bike to get a little exercise, was three blocks from home when he collided with a car, suffered blunt force trauma to his neck, and then died almost instantly. There have been many times I’ve wanted to change the reality of that description above. Sometimes … More Gratitude versus Greed