Make this the day you recover your charm, the day you reclaim that beautiful idleness of being, that casualness that comes with being totally at home in the world. How might you live the joy of this day from the inside out?
Read MoreHow might the messiness in your life (or the life of someone you love) be perceived as a thing of beauty?
Read MoreWas I really in Toronto, Canada? Or was it the Matrix? Some philosophers give a 20% chance that we are already living in a computer simulation! They further conjecture that the closer we move toward creating virtual worlds populated with "conscious" sims, the more likely it is that we are actually living in one. And if we ever do create such a world, than the odds are near certain that we are in one too.
Have you ever had a palpable sense that the world as you know it could be an illusion?
Read MoreWe like to believe we are in control of our world, captain of the ship of our life, and responsible for our self. There is great beauty and power in this orientation. But it also minimizes the fact that we participate in a greater drama and that we are deeply affected by forces beyond our control. The poem Pebble was inspired by the image of a white foamed wave flowing over a tiny pebble in the sand: an apt metaphor representing fate and the overwhelming forces with which we must come to terms. This is one of the five dynamic dilemmas that we must renegotiate as new demands arise in our lives: should we fight the tide of greater forces or go with the flow?
Read MoreWord the World in a way that brings you to life and life to you!
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In our everyday encounters with others, whether strangers, acquaintances, friends, or family, we carry on two conversations: one is the everyday talk at the surface; the other is the a deeper sould-to-soul conversation. What mght we besaying to each other onthat deeper level?
I wrote the poem A Day Like Any Other while sitting on my patio in the early monring, listening to the birds. To me they seem to sing with such joy and wonder, as if to say “This is another day, another day like no other.”
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The pandemic has forced many of us to short our attention away from the outer world and thrust into our own inner world. The concepts of achievement and success that drive us in the outer world do not apply in the inner world. This leaves many of us lost, confused, and frightened. Now the we are reduced to the essentials, we have a chance to re-imagine our relationship with ourselves, with life, and therefore, with the world. In other words, it has stripped away some of what came between us and life. What brings you closer to life?
For me, Easter is not a question of faith. It is the acknowledgment of the awakened spirit, a kind of rising up to animate, or re-animate, the inert body, or to restore spirit to the inertia of one's life. And in this time of isolation, sheltered in our homes, we have a chance to re-animate our ives and the world in which we live. What new spirit do you wish to bring to life?
The pandemic calls us to turn inward, to look inside ourselves, to return to the heart and ask ourselves: what is essential in our lives? What do you think the virus is calling you to do?
