A New Take On Anger

At the centre of it all is the notion our feelings are adaptive: anger, sadness and pessimism aren’t divine cruelty or sheer random bad luck – they evolved to serve useful functions and help us thrive. Take anger. From Newton’s obsessive grudges to Beethoven’s tantrums – which sometimes came to Read more

The Baton

There are two distinct movements of consciousness available to humanity, both within the concepts of time and our acculturated senses of what is our personal desire and order, and the potential for another experience, totally outside of the limits of time and rationality.  The primary movement is our experience of Read more

Show And Tell

We must grieve the loss of our innocence from our childhood.  We are all born with the potential for a more expansive love of self and other.  Emotional/psychic wounding in our childhood, intentional or derived from ignorance, become the tricksters who fool us into believing that we have no value, Read more

brad

Much of Life is buried under life’s scabs,  much like an iceberg is almost completely buried under the ocean;where only 10 percent of its presence can be viewed above the ocean’s surface. .it is what is below the surface that sinks our ship of life. You, and you alone are Read more

New Iteration

“I don’t blame the circumstances, I do not blame the place and time. When I had the choice between right and wrong, I could not quite make up my mind “—Peter Yarrow, from lyrics to Arkansas Introduction:  Mythology, Religion, Liars, The Conspiracy Of Silence, And The Cloak Of Invisibility “If Read more

More About Trauma

Events from childhood, our first experiences, have the power to shape our lives. Some do so immediately, offering us challenges to overcome and encouragement to make use of our talents and interests. In the process character is built, and we make the first steps upon our personal paths. Other events Read more

Dream of 4/23/2021

Sharon, if I should unexpectedly pass away, please end my book with an embellishment of this dream.  And, start the book with my 1963 Dream about the shaman and his village. Thanks!  I love you forever, Me. Driving on back country road, into deep wilderness,  road ends suddenly at precipice,  Read more