Travel lightly, without detour or urgency, deeply within, to the place of no time. Feel the humble kindness of purpose, graced by the darkened veil leading to life’s brilliance.
Slipping
Life slips by in thunderous processions of perceived meaning, stifling truth in cloaks of belief and suffering. Pain is mandatory, happiness a chimera, and peace an overlooked potentiality. Heaven or hell is your choice when living in the now.
The Angel you know
A friend died two days ago after several years of suffering. I met James Fetty after he was admitted to the local hospital for a quickly spreading MERSA-like leg infection. The prognosis was grim – the infection had started in…
Memorial Day 2025
I am happy to report that I finished the 3rd annual Memorial Day, “Hike” (from Rosario Beach dock to Bowman Bay and out to Lighthouse Point and back, 3.3 miles), “Swim” (from the dock to the beach), “and Swig” (a…
DBS – A ten year anniversary
Today marks the tenth anniversary of being released from the Neuro ICU after my life-altering Deep Brain Stimulation (DBS) surgery the day before. The four-hour procedure, during which the patient must stay awake, was conducted on November 5th, 2014. Although…
Watching the sunset
The decision to watch the sunset was made at home, thirty-five minutes before the sun officially dipped below the horizon. Such is the advantage – even with mini adventures – of keeping the broad strokes familiar. The ocean offers sufficient…
Figuring it out
A Parkinson’s disease (PD) diagnosis is life-changing, and feeling sorry for yourself is natural. However, playing the victim is not a good place to linger if you want to be around for the long run. It took me eight years…
Doubling down on kindnesss
While waiting in line at the post office yesterday, the distinctive banter of relaxation beyond boredom danced in my ears. “Hey Bernie,” a young woman, the only person working the front counter, called to her coworker in the back sorting…
View from the shadows.
The heat of the June sun is in perfect harmony with the gusty wind, forming the perfect bond between two of nature’s most primal forces. This enhances the illusion of greater meaning in man’s imagined machinations. Days like this usually…
Life’s eternal bargain
My first indication of a visiting vessel was the coffee-grinder-like sound of a bow thruster. My passengers—a former Recon Marine father and his 37-year-old son—helped the newcomers tie up, and before long, the steady beat of conversation drifted through my boat’s…