I was enlightened once, but I walked away. I rarely talk about it because the past is useless. Today, as I reconnected with my writing for the first time in a few weeks of confusing distractions, I thought about that moment again. I could feel it for a second once more. What was it like?
TED Talks posted this video of Job’s 2005 Stanford Commencement Speech, which takes on even more poignancy in the wake of his death. It needs no more introduction. It speaks for itself, as we all should.
How much of your life is spent wearing a mask? How many times during the day do you make decisions that you would never make if you were truly free? When someone asks you “how are you doing?” do you say “I’m fine” or “not bad” or “doing great” when you really feel horrible or
Whenever I talk about meditation most people have one or more reasons why they can’t do it. Usually they don’t have time for it, or they’ve tried it but they felt like they weren’t doing it right because they couldn’t get their mind to stop talking. I say nonsense. These are excuses, to be dropped
A friend of mine, who’s recommended some of the best books I’ve read, just suggested The War of Art. An obvious play on the Art of War, it’s a book that looks to inspire artists to break through creative blocks, overcome fear and live out their inner calling. I’ve only read the first chapter so
I’ve read a lot of spiritual books, but none like the Presence Process by Michael Brown. The bookshelves are stuffed with self-help books that claim to offer you everything from money, to power, to fame. This is not one of them. All these false methods lead to the same place inevitably, which is right back