Category: Spiritual

Wake up call for Tarzan; Jane is swinging on her own vine

Wake up call for Tarzan; Jane is swinging on her own vine
Back in the days when Neanderthals like me roamed the earth, I bought my first house thanks to the GI Bill and $3,000-down squeezed from the piggy bank. Although I had been married for several years the idea of putting my wife’s name on the deed as Joint Owner (how audacious!), never entered my mind.... Read more »

When the student is ready, the teacher will come

When the student is ready, the teacher will come
It’s my father’s birthday today. He is 119 years old. I write in the present tense because he is still very much alive; on my mind often and in my heart always. How I would love to talk to him today. There is so much that I left unsaid; so much I want to say... Read more »

A morning of evil and moral decline followed by an afternoon of inspiration and glorious beauty

A morning of evil and moral decline  followed by an afternoon of inspiration and glorious beauty
By the time I finished reading the Sunday NY Times I had a knot in my stomach and a spitball of anger waiting to launch. The volume of villainous, merciless cruelty being unleashed throughout the world overflowed the front pages and confronted readers with unimaginable suffering and spilled blood in every corner of the battered... Read more »
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Finally, I’ve seen the light. Now the struggle is to be the light

Finally, I’ve seen the light.  Now the struggle is to be the light
My path to a semblance of enlightenment was like a one-liner, ‘I wondered why the baseball kept getting bigger, and then it hit me.’ For years I would wake up in the morning and ask, “Why am I here?” The moans and groans that were part of the hypothetical question were background music for a... Read more »

My friend is gone, and the depth of the loss is deeper than I foresaw

My friend is gone, and the depth of the loss is deeper than I foresaw
I didn’t know him inside and out, but I regarded him as a genuine friend. Now he’s gone. And I realize what he meant to me. And how much I will miss him. We didn’t go to ball games together or play poker on Thursday nights, but we talked, we exchanged feelings, we sensed our... Read more »

I am writing this from a time machine

I am writing this from a time machine
I’m on a beach in Mexico. Lazing under a palm-thatched palapa. I am not thinking about the Super Bowl, the government shut down or the Dow Jones average. Indeed, I am not thinking at all. Absolutely nothing is on my mind. And that is what I want to send you from my lounge chair facing... Read more »
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The beginning of the journey

The beginning of the journey
Three years have passed since my first post introducing “Cheating Death: How I added years of joy and meaning to my life” to the ChicagoNow blogosphere. Many of my recent posts have reflected on current events, strayed from personal insights to politics and the social movements that are riling America: racism, the Me Too movement... Read more »

Thank you, Mary Oliver

Thank you, Mary Oliver
I was blind and She taught me how to see. (I knew nothing about wild geese). I despaired; what is the point I wondered. She nodded in understanding. When I am there l look to the sun. On the darkest day, it shows me the way to the miracles. Miracles, really… Sunlight bathes the bud... Read more »

In the domain of the heart, unseen but undeniable, there is a force "other than me."

In the domain of the heart, unseen but undeniable, there is a force "other than me."
I may be making all this up. The concept of a so-called subtle body that co-exists with our physical form requires a leap of faith and a back story typically told by ascetics wearing robes and sandals. Accepting the existence of something nobody can see is a pretty good description of psychosis or priesthood. But... Read more »
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HAPPINESS GUARANTEED OR YOUR LIFE BACK: Step 5 –The truth and lies about true love

HAPPINESS GUARANTEED OR YOUR LIFE BACK:  Step 5 –The truth and lies about true love
I write my posts in the first person rather than giving advice or suggesting that my byline makes me an expert entitled to editorialize. But when it comes to love I am up there with Casanova, Lord Byron and Leo DiCaprio. So buckle up and grapple with the unblemished truth about love as it became... Read more »