Thursday, September 25, 2014


'if a material object was spun around or vibrated fast enough. the human senses could no longer see or hear the object. the object would leave the material plane and move upward in frequency to the mental and spiritual planes. just as you can deliberately play a specific musical note on an instrument. so can you choose to deliberately hold specifically high vibrating thoughts. emotions. and mental states'
and thus...

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Saturday, April 19, 2014

tots &men

...kind of the sweetest thing. from a man's perspective:

my children (3 and 7) bounce into our room at the crack of early, then jump on us until i get up. i stumble into the bathroom, followed by those two jabbering monkeys, until i eject enough stink to run them off for the two blissful minutes it takes to finish the job.
i find my keurig by touch alone, because the spotlights in the kitchen are blinding first thing in the morning. after i refill the reservoir (since my wife used the last of the water making peppermint tea the night before), i brew a strong cup of fine colombian. the children are bouncing around like the steel ball bearings in a pinball machine while i sip the black coffee and try to make my eyes stop watering.
after suggesting a dozen or so variations of breakfast foods, the kids finally select something for me to make them. while they eat breakfast, i shuffle back through the bedroom for a shower. the shower will be interrupted no less than three times with tattle tales of the little horrors occurring in the breakfast nook.
my wife usually wakes up by then and wanders past like a zombie on the way to the toilet. a few minutes later, she strips the little one and passes her into the shower for a butt wash, then retrieves her to dress the wiggling, giggling goofball in something that vaguely matches. i exit the shower and begin to lather up my face while threatening to kiss anyone who disturbs my shaving.
by the time i've brushed the various bits on my head, i dress for work and head out to the front door. between the kitchen and the front door, my small children will attach themselves to my feet in an attempt to slow me down. i take a few more steps, wearing them like shoes, before i finally resort to tickling and kissing them until they run away.
outside, i lock the door and wonder how the hell i got so lucky.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014


a sequence of synchronicities. led me to take a semester off of nursing school. which led me to go on a meditation retreat in Vermont. that changed everything! which led me to a person. who mentioned a store. where i was handed a flyer. with the name of a certain woman and her number. this woman is a nurse. who just so happens to teach a course on holistic energy medicine. i called her. which led me to register for the first level of the course. completing it over the weekend. and falling in love with it so much so. i registered for the second level this afternoon. which led me to review tonight some of the material i had already learned. that led me to a poem. wedged in between my notes. i must have skipped over before. and as i share it here. who knows but only to trust this beloved flow that has carried me to now. and where it will lead to next. i can only imagine. how amazing it will be. how enchanting it's already been...
the poem reads:

Hopi Elders. Oraibi, Arizona 2001.
to my fellow swimmers
here is a river flowing now very fast
it is so great and swift 
that there are those who will be afraid
who will try to hold onto the shore
they are being torn apart and will suffer greatly 
know that the river has its destination
the elders say we must let go of the shore
push off into the middle of the river
and keep our heads above water
and i say, see who is there with you and celebrate
at this time in history, we are to take nothing personally. least of all ourselves
for the moment we do
 our spiritual growth and journey come to a halt
the time of the lone wolf is over
gather yourselves
banish the word 'struggle' from your attitude and vocabulary
all that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration
for we are the ones we have been waiting for