A Brief Morning Retrospective The morning breaks. A timorous sun, yet unseen, promising a warmth yet unbeheld. Birds tell their story, as they do, their language incomprehensible yet comforting, seeming to cast back the shadow of the night that plays out its last few notes in minor key through the shadows of objects still
On the Purpose of Renunciation Most spiritual practitioners will, at some point in their journey, take on the cloak of asceticism to varying degrees; fasting, giving up alcohol or nicotine, sexual abstinence to name a few. I have done the same as part of my spiritual path, sometimes for many months at a time. I
On Faith, Grace, and the Courage of Becoming I have struggled with the idea of faith my entire life. From an early age my parents attempted (vainly) to instill a sense of faith that extended from my daily achievements and struggles to the more grandiose and universal. Instead I found guilt. This is something I am sure that
dreams On Unconscious Fear and The Hanged Man I begin this post with a dream. I walk down a dark alley or street at night, my son at my side, and approach a brick warehouse style building with a door, pasted over with unreadable fliers and posters, reminding me of a speakeasy. I knock. The door is opened,
awakening An Opening A long time ago (to me) I was born. I had a reasonable childhood with its mix of joy and agony, peril and progress. I grew up in a religious household where my parents were both devout Jehovahs Witnesses. Surprisingly this was a fantastic childhood, despite what I would later
