Journal
As the world turns and perhaps burns, the Boy’s delight in the autumn colors has become tinged with melancholy. From the sense of impending loss most heightened by the beauty all around...
The year is 2017 and it’s the middle of October. I’m writing a blog description titled, “15 Songs to Help You Deal with a Breakup,” because what else does a 20-something grown…
It’s a Sunday afternoon in September. And the Texas autumn is giving, dare I say, “a southern California weather moment.”
One day in the peak of August, the Texas sun gleamed like a gem in the morning dew. On this day, the Boy finds himself running late, rushing to get to where he was getting to. But something about how this ray of light illuminated the morning mist —rising from the grass “like pearls on emerald fields,” made the Boy slow down.
The boy caught a vibe, he couldn’t shake. The kind when the music drops a heavy tremble demanding you to stand front and center. The kind where the dance awakens deep down an almost forgotten, and long unstirred desire.
Time. What would it be like if we didn’t keep to it? If we floated throughout our lives in the timeless warp of presence, full, deep, sensational.
To live a life of excellent personal self-care is to discover and recover The Art Of Perspective. This requires us to accept that the challenge of uncovering the origins of our criticized child is both important and uncomfortably necessary