Thích Nhất Hạnh looked at me from the most sorrowful eyes I have ever seen and I understood what it was like for a person to feel all the suffering the world is experiencing.
I had attended a five-day silent retreat at Blue Cliff Monastery in upstate New York with some thousand others who meditated morning, noon and night. Someone would ring a bell as you walked through the monastery grounds and just like clock-work, everyone would stop what they were doing and rest in the present moment. Continue reading
I shed twelve pounds in less than six weeks.
Can you believe it? I did it by visualizing myself getting into a shirt I haven’t worn since I put extra weight on. It’s part of a course I took entitled “Tap Into Your Genius” and is based on the teachings of a Dr. Joe Dispenza. Continue reading
I slept through the night last night.
To me, it’s a big deal for it is something I haven’t done in quite a while. You see, I got prostrate problems. I got diagnosed with it while at the VA hospital and I take medication every night, but no matter what I do, I still have to get up in the idle of the ight and take a pee.
Yeah, I leave my warm bed and shuffle off to the bathroom next door, turn on the light and let it all come out. I’m still have asleep while I’m doing it and I never fail but to wonder how long it will take for e to get back to sleep.
Sleep and not awake in middle of a night
It’s usually 2 or 3 o’clock in the morning when this takes place. I remember staying up this late as a younger man, partying hardy til at least Quarter to Three. Remember that song? I danced to a quarter of three along with Gary US Bonds?
Well, I feel lucky if I can get back to the sandman within 15 minutes. If I get up at 4 or 5 am I am usually up for the next day’s incarnation.
And so when I tell you I slept through the night I am telling the world I feel young again and so refreshed I could take on whatever the day has to offer me. Let me at ’em!
My mind’s a blank.
I can’t think of anything to write about. I feel lost, adrift, less than human.
That is what happens when you make writing your life’s love. You want to write all of the time and never be too far away from what writing can do for you. Can do to you! Continue reading
My criminal law professor just died and I cried like a baby this past week. I couldn’t help but look at the photograph taken of him presenting me with a trial advocacy award upon graduation in 1988. The framed picture rests on the mantel of an old wood—burning stove in my dining room. It is one of my prized possessions. Continue reading