One of my goals each day, is to walk gently, to avoid conflict if at all possible, to never look for trouble and to never throw the 1st punch.
But when backed into a corner, or when the situation requires a stronger, less peaceful response, I do have everything and anything I could possibly need to respond in a way that leaves no room for misunderstanding my position. (See, even there, I’m being gentle). Continue reading The expectations of others… and driving my own bus.
There will be some removal going on in every imaginable way. Some old beliefs, old programs, self-imposed false limitations, perhaps even some people. But it’s sort of like cleaning out a closet or the garage, if it’s stored garbage, or something that is no longer relevant, supportive, bringing joy, away it goes. Continue reading So many metaphors, so little time…
On a fall day in 2011, my focus was making sure that any loose ends from my life to date and from past relationships were cleaned up to the point where I would not be dragging old baggage and brokenness as I moved forward. Continue reading Drawing a line…. exercises in exorcising the self-limiting ghosts of the past
I continue to go back through old writing, certainly not to re-live painful old times or to travel back in any way. I’m in search of those parts of my life and the words that I wrote at various times … Continue reading From the archives… 4/10/2009
I’ve said before that I’ve become the man I am because of the experiences I’ve had, the people who have helped teach me what I wanted/needed to learn. The people who have lifted me up, the people who have attempted to extinguish my light and wear down my resolve.
Continue reading Revisiting the process as I stroll forward..
I wrapped up the process, and didn’t think too much about it. It felt good, felt productive… end of subject. That is, until the next evening I was washing my face, which until that moment had always been a very routine, mundane part of my day. But this night, my forehead felt different. So I washed the soap away to discover that a scar and bump that had resided on my forehead for about 35 years from a run in with a canoe paddle that had been launched from my father’s hands when I was 13 or 14 was gone. 100%, completely vanished from my face. No bump, no scar, at all. Continue reading Transformational Forgiveness