The parking lot was not full when I drove up. I slid into one of many available spots, grabbed my mat and headed in to a yoga class. I got some exercise, met my physical and mental edge, practiced staying present, and closed with a moment of stillness.
That last step was important.
Because when I came out to my car, this is what I found.
My zen evaporated and a rush of anger come over me. I stormed back into the gym, thinking of all the ways I wanted to make this jerk pay for their transgression. Jackass.
Continue reading I Got Jackassed. TWICE.
When I’m dissatisfied with someone, I can often trace the feeling to a dissatisfaction with myself.
So, if I could truly love myself, would I more easily love those around me?
I’m critical. I may get that from my dad. He always wants to make things better — a good trait. But here’s what would happen when I showed him a school project or essay. Continue reading Perfect Imperfections
A man feels a burning desire to paint. For 25 years, he studies art, makes art, works menial jobs to pay the bills, and calls himself an artist,a painter. He never sells a painting. He stays focused on his internal flame, even in the complete absence of any external fanning of it.
Does this dedication, this focus, this single-mindedness make the man a winner or a loser?
Your best friend fancies herself a dancer. She has unwavering dedication to her practice and to her dream of becoming a professional dancer. However it seems clear to you and to others that she has neither the physique nor the talent to achieve her goal.
Would you support her best by encouraging her in this dream or by gently helping her to see other options for herself?
Continue reading Too Much of a Good Thing
What if peace is up to you?
What if any time you are anti-something — even something that is abhorrent to you — you add to the collective battle energy of humanity?
What if every time you unfriend someone for holding beliefs you cannot tolerate — even beliefs of intolerance — that act adds to the battle energy we collectively generate?
What if every time you declare somebody an idiot for espousing their views, humanity’s battle energy level rises just a bit?
What if, like in Horton Hears a Who, even your teensy-weensy little part matters?
Continue reading Peace on Earth: What Might it Cost You?