Transformation

Choices

As a child I was never offered any choices. I was told what to do and I did it. No questions asked. As an adult I make decisions each day. Some are easy, but...

Crossing Water

I never much liked tunnels. Or driving under overpasses. Dad would make a game of it, bellowing good-naturedly in one long exhale: “Gangway: Tunnel…” Often he would draw out the word until we emerged into...

Its Okay to Ask for Help

“I don’t know what to do, I’ve tried everything!” This technical problem had been going on for a few days and I was totally stumped.  Solving technical problems is what I do all day...

Lighten Up by Rick Hanson, Ph.D.

LIGHTEN UP What’s weighing you down? The Practice: Lighten up. Why? On the path of life, most of us are hauling way too much weight. What’s in your own backpack? If you’re like most of us, you’ve got too many...

Are Wars Inevitable?

"We've always had wars. Humans are a warring species. Without an army to defend us, someone will always try to conquer us." These assumptions have become axioms of our culture. They generate despair but also...

Review of Zichronot/Memories, A Journal by Dr. Jerome Lowenstein

  We admire some authors not only because of their writings but also because of the human being these writings reveal. It quickly becomes clear from reading the essays in Zichronot/Memories what an intelligent, humane,...

addendum: on i-it and the god we repress

god is the between of an i and a thou, and it is precisely this existential dialogue with all that exists, our "essential deed" as buber called it, that which we repress within us...

Enough Excuses, Lets Go!

I’m watching a video of an outdoor adventure and these guys are using just basic equipment and having a blast. Wow, I could never go with just basic equipment. I have to have all...

Just One Thing by Rick Hanson Ph.D.

  What do others want? The Practice: See good intentions. Why? Hustling through an airport, I stopped to buy some water. At the shop’s refrigerator, a man was bent over, loading bottles into it. I reached past him and...

The Shower Prayer (full poem, by Cristina M. R. Norcross)

The Shower Prayer   The hot rain of the shower comes down. Walls blurred from early morning vision – I leave the high hot setting and simply stand in the moment of daybreak.   Calendar unmarked, computer untouched – this day is thankfully unspoken for. For...