One of the greatest gifts we have as a species is the ability to find ourselves in a state of relaxation. We are allowed, perhaps even encouraged, to “find time” for ourselves. Unlike the average frog, who probably spends its days hunting for flies and avoiding predators, we are always looking for ways to unwind, […]Read more "Relaxation requires Supine Frogs, Yoga, and Marijuana"
Without much provocation, each of us has the capacity to become easily unmoored, sent into the storm, and battered around until begging for surrender. Less esoterically: someone with time on his/her hands can push our buttons, cause stress and anxiety, and make us question our place in society. The provocateur could be an intimate partner, […]Read more "Finding Balance in Turbulent Times— or How to Sail Through Your Average Shit Storm"
Think that sounds too cerebral? Nah. It only sounds like some fancy philosophical term. Here’s how I define existential relativism: my own private shit show. See? Not at all learned or esoteric. Here’s how this got started: I wrote a blog piece the other day that garnered a thoughtful and lengthy comment, that in so many […]Read more "Existential Relativism: Trust me . . ."
Earlier today I heard a piece on the radio about pay disparity between men and women in some of our country’s most well know companies. Apple, Expedia, Facebook, Microsoft and others were named as companies that have–under the pressure of advocates for the radical notion of “equal work for equal pay”–incorporated into their company culture […]Read more "That’s Quite a Compensation Package You Have There"
Go to Google Images and look up “person with prosthetic leg.” You’ll be overwhelmed by men and women competing in strenuous athletic events or going about life in their otherwise perfectly gorgeous bodies and doing extraordinary things, like this guy: The two-legged guy on the left is thinking, “Wow, look at that one-legged guy bounding […]Read more "Wishing for Wholeness in the Face of Potential Disability"
We all have days in a typical year where we are taken back, on an annual basis, to a deeply significant event that fundamentally altered our wholly insignificant lives. Yes, I just put the descriptor “significant” with “event” and “insignificant” with “lives.” Doesn’t seem quite right, seeing as though we train ourselves to accept the […]Read more "Anniversaries of Private Tragedies"
As I stood looking at a series of paintings which were recently completed by a dear friend, I was struck by the beauty of them and the shame they invoked in me. Art is supposed to make one feel expansive or introspective or soothed. While the art I appreciated today brought those emotions to the […]Read more "If You Put Enough Wasted Days Together, You Can Fritter Away Your Whole Life"