Conquer Your Mountains
In the pursuit of any dream there is always one questions which rises to the surface again and again: How do we overcome our fears and move forward into the future we can see? How do we overcome the things that stop us? How do we overcome fear itself? Now that we have explored what…
“Only those who look with the eyes of children can lose themselves in the object of their wonder.” – Eberhard Arnold Lately I have found myself feeling “all grown up.” I have a steady job, family and plenty of the infamous “R” word (responsibility). I watch grown up TV, read grown up books and have gorwn up…
Growing up, my mom told me I needed to learn to play the piano. I hated her for that. Playing the piano at first was a game to me. I would listen to my piano teacher play the songs she assigned me, and I went home and reproduced them. Because, as it turned out, I…
I used to think crying was a bad thing. When I was young I’d get sent to my room for crying too much. My parents didn’t know that I had a reason for crying and that I just didn’t know how to tell them about it. They probably thought I was being a spoiled brat….
This past weekend, I had the opportunity to attend a wedding, a baby blessing, and a funeral. Three days, three of life’s biggest events. And while these events are all very different in their own ways, I believe that they all hold the exact same central purpose—to celebrate life. The blessing of a child brings…
Now that we have explored what it actually looks like to live our dreams we must answer the next set of questions that come to mind: What is it that actually stops us from living our dreams? Why don’t we pursue them more fully in our own lives? Why do we continue to put secondary things above…
Today, The Seven Paths—one of the most beautiful, and one of the most profound books that I have ever read—has officially been published. Originally self-published through the Anasazi Foundation for over a decade, I first read The Seven Paths in 2006 after my attempted suicide. Up until that point, I had been living a very…
“Here’s the difference between you and me,” he said propping his feet on the footstool. “You’re there in front of your ‘easel’ dying because you’ve messed up your canvas. “ He paused, “I messed up my canvas too, but I’m just putting a layer of white paint over the top and painting something new… I’m…
One of my personal struggles is loneliness. I can’t remember a time in my life when I wasn’t loved—not everyone can say this (believe me I know this very clearly as a Social Worker). I can’t recall ever truly being alone or on my own. But there have been sweeping moments and drowning days where…