New Year’s resolutions aren’t for me. But it’s not because they don’t work. Imagine someone saying, “Promises don’t work. Everytime I make them, I just end up breaking them.” The problem isn’t promises. It’s the person making them. Very few people actually make commitments in the true meaning of the word. They relate to ‘commitments’Read More
For most of my life, I’ve been that guy whose leg bounces up and down beneath the table and vibrates the silverware. It’s not that I’m always anxious. Well, at least not in a fearful way. It’s that my mind has habitually run on hyperdrive; always calculating, imagining and planning the future. This kind ofRead More
“I believe in intuition and inspiration.” – Albert Einstein The years I spent living nomadically, buying only one-way tickets and not making any commitments, served me greatly in developing my ability to act intuitively. Without plans, I was left to the present moment for direction. Through this, I developed a distinction between what I wouldRead More
Ten years ago, my friend Jake and I were doing some arnis (stick fighting) drills for a photo shoot for his self defense school and he accidentally hit me in the face, splitting my eye open. The moment I saw the blood pouring into my hands, I said to my friend Kevin the photographer, “Quick,Read More
In David Abram’s book ‘The Spell of the Sensuous’ he shares a theory as to how the evolution from symbolic to phonetic language was instrumental in disassociating humans from their embodied sensuous connection to each other and the earth. I have read also that the Garden of Eden myth represents this same transition in thatRead More
My wife and I share an ‘Explorer’ personality style which is commonly rooted in a childhood fear of missing out. This expresses itself in novelty-seeking and a nearly unquenchable desire for diversity of experience. An unhealthy version of this is a constant shifting of attention to new things, resulting in never accessing any depth orRead More
“DAAAAAD! DAAA DAAA! DAAAAAAADD!”, he screamed at the top of his lungs. It was 5:45am. He was half asleep and still in our bed with his mother and I had just gotten up to begin my day. For the past two hours he’d been waking up, moaning each of our names, most likely from nightRead More
When my son was about a year old, I once covered his ears while a firetruck was driving by us with it’s sirens blaring. Since shortly after this he has taken to covering his own ears whenever he hears a siren. Most often, at first I wonder why he is doing it. “There are noRead More
When I was younger and travelling, I sometimes carried a knife. I carried it for defence in case I met violence. After a while I stopped carrying it though. I had gotten a sense that by pro-actively protecting myself against potential violence, I was also carrying violence with me. While journaling just now, I wasRead More
Recently at the playground, an older boy grabbed the ball from my son’s hands and threw it over the wall. The moment it happened, I felt a slight tension around my solar plexus and a memory from the schoolyard in my youth flashed across my mind. Thoughts began to swirl around where the kid’s parentsRead More
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