One of the most exciting Christmases was when I was 12. My parents (or “Santa Claus” on the card) got me a telescope. It was one of those Sears rudimentary cardboard tube-style ‘scopes that sported a 150X magnification. I was thrilled, and when it got dark that night, I crunched…

I love it when Mother Nature chimes in when I’m thinking about something significant — or, in this case, dreaming something. It was a recurring dream I’ve had my whole life of being the main character in the cast of a theatrical play. I had a few days to learn…

“I kept hearing that soft, loving voice of wisdom saying, ‘Keep opening, keep softening, keep allowing this, too.’ It meant opening in and through absolutely everything — raw animal humanity and transcendent divinity; and the ticket price for that is feeling everything.” — Miranda MacPherson, Thoughts on Non-Duality As men…

I was raised in a Midwest Christian Baptist household, and among the first things I learned in Sunday school was that “God created Man in his own image”. …

I think I inherited my unfortunate habit of worrying from my mom. I remember many times where she would bring up dire possibilities and existential threats igniting furious arguments with my dad, who for all intents and purposes was just about the opposite of a worrywart. This alarmed Mom, so…

In the campaign of achieving human dominance and control, there is an exploitable error of perception within all of us. This exploitable error is the illusion that objective “reality” is separate from subjective experience. …

I was on a Zoom call last week with about a dozen local business owners and entrepreneurs discussing opportunities discovered by supply chain disruptions. We questioned why eggs and dairy products, for example, were trucked in from several hundred miles away, when right in our county the same products were…

One day when I lived in San Diego,I walked into the courtyard of my apartment complex, and didn’t see my cuddly doggie, Wookie. It occurred to me that someone may have accidentally left the gate open and she wandered off, which was worrisome because she was mostly blind. I believed…

There’s a fun game I learned in my comedy improv class that goes something like this: One person in the group is chosen to be, say, the Mayor of a town. Another is chosen to be the Mayor’s PR person, or “spin doctor”. The Mayor takes questions from the rest…