This is for all my idealists out there. As a seeker, or perhaps just a human, you probably fall into the same trap that I do: I hold my ideals above my reality. Now hold on, before everybody gets crazy about me using the word "reality", I mean...
In any relationship, there are two forms of experience. To know them, we'll use the example of eye-gazing. This is where two people look into each others eyes for an extended amount of time without breaking the gaze. It can be between two strangers, two lovers, two...
Why are we attracted to people? Romantically? Platonic attraction? We sense something that we really like. We want that quality and want to be around that person because of it. Yet, relationships frequently fail. Do we ever actually obtain the qualities that we desire in others? It depends...
It's said so often in many different ways. It occurred to me this morning that each different way of saying something is like a different language. We can all essentially say the same things: I want to go to the beach or quiero ir a la playa or ich will...
I imagine casting a dry fly in a deserted, sandy, rock-banked creek. The water is aquamarine but crystal clear. I cast a fiberglass rod, firmly and gently. My fly, a mayfly imitation, lands delicately in a lazy current. It drifts towards the shadow I seek...
I met a man who told me a story of everything that mattered most to him. He started with how he came to be a firefighter. It evolved from a learning experience that revealed to him the value of being a career firefighter. But what came before it...
Have you ever been somewhere that elated you? Where are you? do you ever stop and recognize where you are? not your place, but where you've come to be, who you've come to be? I've asked people what it means to live well, one of those questions people seem to ask when...
"You can't mess with presence," were the words of my friend Lane tonight. (who is an amazing biohacker and Bulletproof coach!) It's valid, she's completely right. Accessing presence is like stepping into a river, it carries you and all you have to do is keep your...
There's a squirrel outside my window that I watch regularly. I usually see him out of the corner of my eye moving up or down an oak tree that's on the fence line that separates my yard with my neighbors. He's got a little hole down...
Are we rivers or roads? Imagine a network that joins together and leads to one place, one grand destination in the western country, sort of like the journey to Boulder in the Stand. Imagine it starts as a creek. A dribbling, babbling, rocky, and sometimes muddy, but...