I love inspirational writings. I really enjoy wrapping myself around words that are meant to remind us of all we’re capable of, words that are intended to reach into our souls and awaken our fullest potential, stripping our limits away like slowly peeling, fading wallpaper. Continue reading The balance between content and inspired
Sometimes it seems the more I try to navigate my own intuition, the more lost I get.
During our vacation in Barbados a couple of weeks ago I read a book entitled Discover Your Psychic Type: Developing and Using Your Natural Intuition by Sherrie Dillard. It was an excellent book for me to read, as it waved some of the fog away that surrounds the pinning down of my own intuition. Continue reading The counter-intuitive nature of intuition
People often talk about their magical vacations. This one could be considered mystical as well.
On our 6th day of our family vacation in Barbados, Jacque and I decided to break away from the rest of the clan to take a drive around the island. We pinpointed a couple of key places we wanted to hit which included Crane Beach, listed as one of the top ten most beautiful beaches in the world, and Bath Beach in Bathsheba, a favorite place of my grandmother’s who was born and raised in Barbados. Continue reading The unexpected family presence while on a family vacation
With the news of the death of Osama Bin Laden, it appears that hardly anyone is without some sort of reaction. I am no exception.
Last night I witnessed the pundits lobbing perspectives back and forth. I saw Facebook statuses blow up with cheers and exultation. I watched news cameras pan across celebratory dances, hand-hoisted American flags, fists pumping in the air. And it made me sad. Continue reading The rabbit hole of retribution
Often situations that seem less than optimal are actually functional. Perhaps it is more often than often… perhaps it is always.
Yesterday we had a less than optimal situation, albeit a minor one in the grand scheme of things. We went to pick up some plants we had ordered through our nephew’s preschool. The trays of plants were laid out in rows grouped by last names alphabetically. Ours were supposed to be in the C through K group. There were a few D’s… but no plants tagged for Dear. The plants for our friends and coworkers were there. All of our orders had been placed at the same time by Jacque. But ours were absent. Our name wasn’t even on the list. Continue reading When a situation is more functional than optimal
I need to be blatantly honest here. This is a very spiritual and introspective space here. This is sort of like my salt bath in blog form. It’s like my virtual Calgon, where I soak in the writings of my self-examination, but my tub is out in the middle of Times Square where any passer-by can look upon me soaking naked, for anyone to see. Continue reading Hiding my spirituality in plain sight
Should I be writing this right now?
Before I answer that question, let me ask another question: Should I be referring myself to my should post? These questions could lead me into a crazy spiral of thinking, a dynamo that is fueled by itself. My thought process can sometimes fly in the face of Newtonian physics with its propensity toward perpetual continued acceleration. Then the cops that enforce the laws of thermodynamics remind me that my thoughts are not exempt, as entropy imposes itself in the form of mental burnout. Continue reading The postponement of personal endeavors