When I want to (need to?) quiet the chatter inside of me, I play a little music in my head — sort of like a mantra — that becomes a lullaby for the Mind.
Category Archives: healing
Release Me; I Swear I’ll Never Sin Again
Hey. Please get me out of here.
Identity Loss Leads to New Outlook on Life
I lost my wallet.
Continue readingGoodbye Love; I’m Off to Find the Wizard
I must go.
And so, I simply say ‘Goodbye!’
Can aspiring to be “God-like” be heresy?
I felt so inspired by Robert Terrell’s guest column for Confessions of a Mystic that I penned a response that asks if we can ever become “God like” in our daily lives:
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— Who’s to Blame For War After War? —
I Blame God for War.
“I may be a descendant of someone’s slave”
Discussing the History of Nat Turner
— Some Wounds May Never Ever Heal —
The Vietnam War Changed Joe.
It stripped him of all interest in leading people in any official capacity.
— Why Must This Path Purt So Much? —
Pain: What Good Is It?
“Thank you” for letting me serve, somehow
- Ever get more out of doing something nice for someone than that person ever expected you could possibly get?
Potluck heads bucket list of things to do
Lighting Up With Something New in Life
My favorite store greeter told me she wanted to smoke grass before turning 60.
Banner bird brightens boy’s breakfast
A little bird brightened my day today.
“Don’t like this love…(crap)” she told me!
“I don’t like this love shit,” a woman I was about to meditate with whispered to me while in the circle of our six-person meditation “community.”
Veterans find joy in their own backyards
You can’t know how much pleasure there is in feeding a squirrel until you open yourself to the wonders of nature . . . and of course . . . feed a squirrel . . . daily.
Dream reveals a Key to Unlocking Paradise
I dreamed I wore a dress to a training class for new lawyers learning to defend criminal defendants.
Serving others helps to serve you as well
The purpose of Life is to Know, Love, and Serve the Creator.
What’s Love Got To Do with My PTSD?
Love can Help You Deal with PTSD
Angels Appear as Earthly Messengers
It’s just like heaven . . . Being here with you . . . You’re like an Angel . . Too good to be true. When You are near me. My heart skips a beat. I can hardly stand on. My own two feet. Because I Love You; I Love You, I Do. ‘Angel Baby’. My ‘Angel Baby’. Oh, Ooh, I Love You, Oh, Ooh, I Do . . . No One Could Love You . . . Like I Do! — Rosie & the Originals
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