To be wild is not to be crazy or psychotic. True wildness is a love of nature, a delight in silence, a voice free to say spontaneous things, and an exuberant curiosity in the face of the unknown. -Robert Bly
It came to pass on this day, that the wild man who created such havoc casting out demon shadows he saw in others and himself; and the inquisitive boy yearning for knowledge at every waking moment, never getting enough, are one and the same for they are you and me, forced into enchantment and awareness, abiding in a lonely house off to the left-hand way of ‘being’ by the river of contemplation.Continue reading Pilgrim
We can’t embrace the warmth of the Sacred Father, the sun, locked in our comfort zone, nor without first venturing through the shadow land of the night, the storm… the abyss, the way of the left, the Nederland Path, which can never be duplicated. -Heinrich Zimmer, The Art of Indian Asia
The Call is like the neon streets of the night and you’re pulled by faith into an immersed tunnel. And what causes you to follow this ever so faint voice in the wind, but convictions of the heart. And it’s telling you to stop being fooled by the imperious ego, who designated itself king of your life. Now it’s time to step outside your small world as in a leap of faith over a chasm or in setting sail to an unknown shore.Continue reading The Call
Further along, the road of love is affirmed with our 5th installment as we take on 3 more inflections of love. Have we learned anything? Is the going on the particle accelerator of romance reaping anything new or do we smash into one another, scratch our heads because we have more questions than answers. They say only a fool talks of love. Well, I don’t see an end to our foolishness, so here goes.Continue reading Onward to The Palace of Wisdom- Love, Pt. 5
A dear friend of mine passed away this week. It was expected but still, the finality of it hits you all the same. My relationship with Jesse was officially his son in law but as my father passed away when I was young, he took on the role of a surrogate father figure as well as a friend.Continue reading The Quiet Of A Stillness
What is life? Do you feel the seconds and minutes counting down your life are out of mind? You spend your day from task to task feeling like you’re standing immobile in your own body as a prisoner without a direction, sails laid bare, floating in a sea of indifference.
In Tolstoy’s Anna Karenina, Levin asks a few troubling questions, so troubling that he hides a gun and a rope knowing he may one day be so troubled by a lack of answers that he will want to end his life. I know it sounds drastic but Tolstoy modeled the character, Levin, after himself and the author did indeed carry a gun and rope with him. Levin’s questions are the same questions we are philosophically inclined to wonder about… what is life.Continue reading Questions From the Big Chair
“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing.”
While reading a book of essays from Andre Dubus, I happened upon a piece of advice given him that has stayed with me, “don’t think about what you want; think about what you need.” And what you need is to a very large extent what you have at this moment. But we go around in such denial as to accepting what we already have. We always want something else in lieu of what we need. And if you get your heart’s desire? It ends up like a toy a child begs for only to become bored with. What you need you don’t even want to think about much less want. Continue reading What Is Needed… Hope, Love, Faith
“…but I preferred reading the American landscape as we went along. Every bump, rise, and stretch in it mystified my longing.” – Jack Kerouac, On the Road
Trains, the hypnotic sound of steel upon steel, a lonesome whistle crying through the night. All who take this journey have a story to tell. It’s the road taken, an enigma, even after all these years… I’ve stopped trying to understand it’s wanting Continue reading Reflextions On A Train In The Night
If there is one person responsible for the modern version of Christmas we celebrate today, that person is Charles Dickens and the story that converged many rituals into one and reinvented the holiday we know today is A Christmas Carol.
“The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.” -Helen Keller
Hope If I’m allowed to behold one more rising sun Everything I see is pure as it speaks to me in rhyme Its’ rhythm moves me forward, its’ essence leaves me in mindfulness Where all is thou , all is sacred, all is you.Continue reading The Advent of the Rising Sun