When you step outside today … when you emerge from whatever concrete, brick, plastic, glass, steel structure you spend most of your time inside each day, take a moment to listen for the silence that lay just beneath the pavement … just beneath the frenetic rushhhhhh of engines moving in every direction whisking us impatient from
In honor of Memorial Day, I want to remind you that I was once a Captain in the US Air Force … and now I work in transformational entertainment and write inspirational blogs like “Tell The Truth, Let The Peace Fall Where It May” and “A Happy You is Good for the Planet!” Tonight at
♦◊♦ I’m pretty sure that sometimes “healing” just means learning to live in peace with the pain. I’ve been to countless workshops. I’ve questioned my stressful thoughts for days on end and accumulated countless hours of stranger eye-gazing to weepy Whitney Houston songs; I’ve sat still and starving on desolate mountainsides, determinedly reframed disappointments and
It seems like every single wildly successful transformational/motivational/spiritual speaker/author I’ve ever encountered has a story to tell about the awful time in their lives when they were homeless, sleeping in an alley/bus-stop/car/empty field, washing their clothes in a Denny’s bathroom or their hair with the 7-Eleven soda machine (discreetly). They were either cracked out, drunk, disorderly,
I just finished luxuriating for 30 days on a solo-retreat to Idyllwild nestled cozy atop a snow-blanketed mountain in southeastern California. I wrote 90% of my new book’s first draft (“Tell The Truth, Let The Peace Fall Where It May”), I took yummy photos (see below), ate no sugar, and decided to launch a new
If you’ve been following this blog, you know that 2012 has been a year of deep transformation for me … the kind that unapologetically and completely devours you, offering no assurances for your survival. One thing blessedly (finally!) emerging from this challenging time is my first book, Tell The Truth and Let The Peace Fall Where
♦◊♦ I’ve never tried to pull a caterpillar out of its cocoon, hoping to catch an early glimpse of the butterfly. I don’t recall ever ripping open the closed bud of a spring flower, desperate to experience its full bloom glory. I do, however, sometimes eat raw cookie dough before I bake the cookie. But