SORRY I do not recall ever hearing told what my first word was. I suspect that I know. Sorry. If it indeed was not the first it has certainly been the most repeated. Sorry. It has taken me an awfully long time to recognize that I have lived most of my life as an apology. There have been countless things that I have been sorry for. That is not the ground of my suffering. What grieved me the most was being sorry for simply being. For not being good enough. For not doing enough. For not being what others wanted me to be. On and on. Sorry, sorry, sorry. There was a time I contemplated renting a billboard with my picture and the word: SORRY. I did



REUNION I wonder what the reunion will be like. I recently learned of the death of one of my childhood friends. I say childhood, though our direct connection lasted into our early twenties. We attended the same church, high school, and for one year, college. We were what I considered quite close. And then life moved on and we lost connection. And now she is gone. I felt waves of deep sadness that she had passed. I experienced a rush of memories of what we had shared. I could hear her unique laugh as if she were right here with me. It led me to move more closely into the sadness. I pondered the fact that in actuality my day to day experience will be no different



FLORIDA POWER AND LIGHT Beyond what the title suggests this musing is not about public utilities, or only for people who live in Florida. This musing is an invitation to anyone who chooses to read and to accept this reminder that we are each here to learn that there is an incredible and Cosmic Power within us all. The conscious usage and direction of this internal Power is why we are here. It is the Only Power that will set us free. It is the misusing of this Power that has locked us in bondage. Mired in amnesia we have turned the Power of heaven into a nightmarish hell. Literally in the blink of an eye we can redirect this Power to turn that hell into a

FLORIDA POWER AND LIGHT2020-09-24T13:18:44-04:00


NOTORIOUS GOOD TROUBLE I am suspecting it is time for me to start a bit of good trouble. It is beyond unsettling for me that in these incredibly troubling times we are also experiencing the loss of two individuals that I consider to be among our greatest American heroes. John Lewis. Ruth Bader Ginsburg. Good trouble. Notorious. I will not go into their incredible accomplishments here. Their contributions could fill volumes. Suffice it to say that they used their talents, intellects, faith, drive, their very lives in serving something greater than themselves. They were relentless public servants. They overcame obstacles and prejudices in order that the overcoming would pave the way and inspire others. They courageously challenged the status quo, risking themselves to uplift others. Through various

NOTORIOUS GOOD TROUBLE2020-09-20T10:52:44-04:00

Unity Prayer for Protection

Unity Prayer for Protection The Light of God surrounds me I AM the light of God The Love of God enfolds me I Am the Love of God The Power of God protects me I AM the Power of God The Presence of God watches over me I AM the Presence of God Wherever I AM, God IS and All is Well

Unity Prayer for Protection2020-09-17T17:22:51-04:00

Community Noon Prayer

Community Noon Prayer There is One Presence, One Power, One Wisdom, One Creator One God of Many Names: All Peace, All Joy, All Life, All Light, All Love This One Presencing Power is Alive and Active in Me Now! Whatever God is, I Am Wherever I am, God Is Because God Is, I am And So It Is

Community Noon Prayer2020-09-17T14:19:26-04:00


PLACES ACT THREE If as if Shakespeare said “all the world is a stage” this is turning out to be one elongated intermission. After six months spent primarily at home due to the pandemic, I have come to the deep-seated recognition that I am entering the third and final act of my life. This recognition fills me with a personal sense of profound curiosity and wonder. I say that I am entering the third act because it truly feels as if this time of distancing is a period of cosmically enforced time out. A time of extended intermission. I feel as if this is a pause between the second and third acts of my life experience. It is not that I am not fully engaged in

PLACES ACT THREE2020-09-17T14:52:22-04:00


DISRUPTION AND DESTINY I am allowing this time of disruption to lead me to a greater destiny. How about you? I have lived through countless disruptions to the individual and collective status quo. They have varied in intensity and in duration. For most of my existence I have at best tolerated these disruptions, awaiting the time when I and we could just get back to normal. Could we please just get back to normal? Though I have lived through countless disruptions there has never been one quite like this. There has never been one with such sustained intensity. Never one that literally involved the entire human race. This has been and continues to be in many ways a great equalizer. We are globally being disrupted and disturbed.

DISRUPTION AND DESTINY2020-08-20T10:05:21-04:00


AND LIFE GOES ON Though this is my first experience of one, I am suspecting that pandemics radically change perspective. I know it has mine. In November 1995, the at- the- time love of my life drew his last breath while embraced within my arms. Thus, began an odyssey into conscious grieving that actively continues to this day. As I type these words, I can still hear that final exhalation of breath that carried him back into immortality. I can feel the astounding array of feelings that moved through my body. I can see vividly the light level in the room. The numbers 3:59 displayed on the digital clock. The faint scent of fabric softener on the hospital gown that I had placed upon him just hours

AND LIFE GOES ON2020-08-13T15:17:47-04:00


WHEN FRIENDS WERE FRIENDS Though it is becoming more difficult I still remember when friends were friends. I still remember when if something important was happening in a friend’s life they would directly and personally contact me to let me know. Now I am left to find out about all sorts of life events on social media. What used to be personal sharing has become impersonal posting. Deeper truths are tweeted, and reality is revealed in a newsfeed. In a barrage of collective data, the interpersonal is becomes buried. Intimacy, I fear, is stopping scrolling long enough to actually read. Let me be clear: I have done it. I have found myself overwhelmed by the task of sharing important information with a large number of people. It

WHEN FRIENDS WERE FRIENDS2020-08-09T09:04:55-04:00
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