Stop to consider what you are doing. Fall silent and listen. Have a seat and question. To you, yourself will be revealed. You will find yourself in the pool you glance upon as you silence the ripples of noise that dance across your surface. You may gaze at your reflection and see into your heart […]Read More Moonlit Nights
View this post on Instagram Phenomenology "We are our felt experiencing.” ~ Gendlin Ecopsychology primarily deals in the realm of that osmotic membrane; the contact between the inner and the outer; The cycle in which exchange takes place. It is where dualism dissolves. It is the realm of experience in which we relax our boundaries […]Read More We Are Our Felt Experiencing
View this post on Instagram The Bodily Ground of Experience: "only human beings have come to a point where they no longer know why they exist… they have forgotten the secret knowledge of their bodies, their senses, their dreams." ~ John (Fire) Lame Deer How do we come to extract meaning from our world? This […]Read More The Bodily Ground of Experience
Hypocrisy. noun the practice of claiming to have moral standards or beliefs to which one’s own behavior does not conform; pretense. Greek hupokrisis ‘acting of a theatrical part,’ from hupokrinesthai ‘play a part, pretend, We’re all hypocrites. All of us. Even me. Hypocrisy is a special kind of pretending. There is the pretending which is […]Read More The Era of Hypocrisy and How to break free to the next Golden Era.
The title of Ava DuVernay’s extraordinary and galvanizing documentary 13TH refers to the 13th Amendment to the Constitution, which reads “Neither slavery nor involuntary servitude, except as a punishment for crime whereof the party shall have been duly convicted, shall exist within the United States.” The progression from that second qualifying clause to the horrors […]Read More Racism and the Prison system in America: the 13th Amendment.
My body was feeling uncomfortably tight after sitting on an uncomfortable couch inside an uncomfortable stagnant heat trapped in my house. I stepped outside to enjoy a cigarette and the cool night breeze. An added bonus were the clear starry skies and my friendly black house cat who sat perched on the ledge of the […]Read More Within a Single Cigarette
My brain feels like a boiled egg. I could only sleep in about an hour. The sun has risen, but Hilo remains quiet and asleep. It’s a three day weekend, and the hard workers of the Big Island lay in their beds weighted by the consuming hours of past labors. My stomach feels messy from […]Read More Rest
20 hours before the Marathon. I have a slight headache and a weird spotty rash radiating up my left leg. Yesterday my left ankle felt all sorts of funky during a 3 mile “stretch of the ol’ leg”. I’m sitting in a freezing cold cafe, huddled in as many layers as I brought, cupping my […]Read More The Hilo Marathon: A Rambling Run.
The wind had calmed down since the hours before when I drifted asleep in my swaying hammock underneath a bustling tarp. I could just hear the grinding and rolling of large smooth stones being pushed and pulled by the constant turbulence of waves mingling with the shore. A rhythmic constant penetrating my ear drums and […]Read More Friday: Ah Christ, You’re telling me God IS real?