Broken but Healing

I am a broken man. My spirit shattered and my soul suffering when I began to question everything I was taught in my youth and came to believe as an adult. Like pulling the proverbial loose thread, my whole world would unravel. Collapsing like a house of cards built on sand. Discovering and determining that…

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My Yoke is Easy and My Burden is Light

Way too much of my life has been about wanting to please people, particularly myself. Pursuing the approval or the admiration of others. Family and friends, supervisors and strangers. Wasted years of working overtime to inflate my own sense of self-worth by chasing things like standing, status, or stuff. A marathon we’ll never win because…

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So, This is Christmas at Fifty-Eight

I love the Christmas season. It’s a sensual spectacle for my soul. The yummy treats that appear only once a year, even if my appetite for them is a year-round event. The power of light to pierce the short December days and even longer December nights. The glorious music. The profane and holy, both speaking…

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Reflections on Aging, Life and Death at Fifty-Eight

We are born into an earthly existence that is measured in milestones, memories and moments. A process that begins at birth; recording our arrival time and location. A process that ends with death; recording our departure time and location. Our lives bookended by numbers that simply state our commencement and our closure as the dearly departed.  

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How Asking Why Saved My Life

Why is a tiny three-letter word, but it’s as powerful as any pen and as potent as any prayer. A word and a question that all of us should incorporate and invoke in our daily life. Like any good habit, it can draw us nearer to God and closer to Divine wisdom. A word that…

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The Almighty, The Prodigal Son and Two Cats: Part Two

With the passing of our Sphynx in 2020, my heart was wrecked. This deep devastation and sorrowful state would pave the way for my ego to surrender itself to God. At fifty-five, I could no longer carry the pain and suffering of a life built on sands of misplaced faith. In my sheepish service to the status quo and its stuff, I lost my soul.

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