Saving the Grandmother

The men are coming on Thursday to cut the cypress. So read the text from my landlord on Tuesday, and receiving it, a wave of angst crashed through me. Honestly, it felt traumatic to my soul. If you have followed this journal a while, you know of the Grandmother: a venerable and shapely Monterey cypress…

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Inhabiting Our Vulnerability

I’ve been living mostly ‘unplugged’ these days and I love it, even if my Inbox for email is turning into a virtual mountain. If you’ve followed this journal for a while, you know that I have a tenuous relationship with social media; embracing it reluctantly as part of building an author’s platform and for its unparalleled merits for…

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Writing the Soul: An Ongoing Journey

It’s a fine feeling to finish writing a book.  There is a tremendous sense of accomplishment, of having succeeded at a daunting task like climbing a mountain. On the body level, one feels an openness of the heart, belly and breath, and if we have dared to tell the truth, there’s a resonance in the bones…

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Opening to Dreams, Inviting the Soul

I lay in the darkness, combing through the images of a dream from which I have just awakened, the swirl of emotions inside as if I were walking through my daylight hours. Intense. Real.  Reluctantly, I rise from the warmth of our canopied bed, pull on some loose but cozy clothes, and make my way…

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The Day I Met My Birthmother As A Grown Man

This post was written — after a lengthy deliberation whether or not I would say yes — at the suggestion of a senior editor at the Good Men Project. I did not initially intend to share it in the Soul Artist Journal, feeling it was more of a personal story rather than related to the soulful life. Recently, however,…

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