There’s a way that life has of talking to us, prompting us, to notice things that, in the end, are really rather personal…
We live with gold in our hearts, at the base of our souls, yet we can run around the surface of both, doing our best to avoid that gold for fear that it may not actually be there, that we are in fact the one person on the planet who doesn’t have what it takes to be a successful, happy, and good person.
One day I was taking a walk, a walk I do often, along the water’s edge between Richmond, CA, and El Cerrito. It’s a beautiful walk.
As I continued on my way, I happened to reach some stairs that led down to a tiny beach. I noticed a man walking up the stairs. He seemed kind, and happy… quite at peace. We nodded to one another, and I carried on my way. Not many paces later, something told me to stop and look back at the water. I saw him doing the same.
‘Do we decide questions at all? We decide answers, no doubt, but surely the questions decide us.’ Lewis Carroll
Is there a value to our questions that we haven’t quite explored yet?
Questions run around in my mind that relate to our existence, the web of life, of which we are somehow a part. What is interesting to me is that, once voiced, it seems that everybody at some point in their lives asks the same questions. As Lewis Carroll says above, we are free to choose the answers but it would seem that the questions are a constant in our lives, that innately create a connection between us. If we were to locate the origin of the questions themselves, then perhaps we would be part way to finding the answers. What if the point is not only to locate answers to the questions but to see the existence of the questions as their own answer, as a clue?
Are you a broken dreamer?
Did you wake up one day and realize that some part of you had died; either overnight during your sleep, or slowly, over time, in your waking life?
I have experienced both.
A radio interview with Greg Friedman and Donny (who did an amazing job on selecting and playing music from the reams of songs I sent him!) was tremendous fun. We played … Read more
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