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HANG ON! IT’S NEARLY OVER…

Happy election day everyone! Isn’t this fun? Seriously, not at all. As luck would have it, I’ve found myself thrust into the unfortunate role of “swing state voter.” I can honestly I am tired of seeing these folks in my hood all the time. I went to breakfast with a friend this morning where a news team tried to interview us just trying to numb ourselves with egg whites, potatoes and jelly. Before I could get too grumpy about the giant high-resolution lens aimed at my pillow-mashed face, I realized the reporter looked as weary as I felt, only in full make-up…

Scary Stuff!!

Happy Halloween! So let’s talk scary. Here’s the rule in the spiritual world: If you can talk about it, you’re probably not that scared of it. The things that terrify us we won’t talk about. Ironic, right? Because of my job, I’ve accidentally discovered the scariest topic in the universe. You don’t talk about it, and no one you know does either. So how do I know it’s so scary? I know this because when I talk about this topic, people FLEE. And I rarely talk about it because, well, I like having friends. Consider yourself officially warned. The scariest concept of the…

‘Tis the Season to Do All Stuff We Will Regret In January, Falalala Crap, Lala, Lalaa

It’s mid-October, and I’ve already managed to run over a Christmas display with my shopping cart at the grocery store. Most of me believes it was an accident, yet there is a part of me that felt something twisted and naughty toward the cardboard Santa I flattened. I love the holidays, don’t misunderstand; but I also realize that for many, holidays are fraught with repressed emotion, easily activated by the traditions of the past. A special holiday song, a scent, or even a cardboard Santa can trigger the hard stuff, particularly if we’ve experienced a recent loss or are living with unaddressed emotional pain. The part of me that felt a tingly, pleased sensation after my encounter…

THE WAY TO GREAT FRIENDSHIPS

I remember Garfield the cat as a prominent figure in my childhood. I had a poster of him in front of a big toy car with a caption that said, “He who dies with the most toys wins.” I loved that darn poster. This was the 80s. Life was all about “the rat race.” As a young adult, I was beginning to piece together the goals of life modeled by my culture. Many of us were all racing to amass stuff. Stuff was the way to be happy, safe, and secure. This made sense to me because I was a…

Are You Treating Your Body Like An Object?

Here’s a warning to all the great spellers out there, I’ve created a new word: Mindbody. One word. Yes, I have an irritated spellchecker, too. This word is my intentional attempt to re-frame the idea that our minds and bodies are separate. They are not, we just think of them that way and sometimes treat them that way. The fact that we’ve given them separate names is not helpful, either. Perhaps worst of all is that they are rarely treated as equals. We live in a mind-dominated world where thoughts, education, elitism, and the Ivy League are synonymous with money, power, and happiness. As someone…

The Difference Between Genius and Wisdom

There is real magic in middle earth. No, not the place of Frodo and Bilbo but the view from the middle place—the divine middle. That’s how I describe it, anyway. I’m not alone. Buddha himself described the middle way as the path to liberation. For me, the “middle mind” is a place of profound clarity, truth, and peace. Truthfully, the middle was thrust upon me—I was a middle child. There were three of us, so I was also a “perfect middle child,” as they say—no one to share the in-between with. And no, there was nothing about me that was perfect. As much…

Emotions, TNT, and Zombie Life

I used to believe that emotional stoicism was the best way to manage relationships and life. We, the emotional stoics, are the “just fine” people. You know us. When you ask us how we are, we are always “Just fine, thank you!” We are the ones people count on because we’re pleasant, solid workaholics. We are easy to get along with because we’re safe for others to be around. We always seem fine. I now know that emotional stoicism—the repression or denial of feelings—is the slowest form of suicide. To deny what we feel in order to play a role within society is to…