The Truth As I Experience It

A few nights ago I was rushing across my living room floor (not ceiling) and had the so familiar, but incredibly unwelcome, sensation of my small toe making a swift and sudden impact with the sofa foot stool. Now, for those of us who have experienced this delightful, blindsided pedi-attack, we know it is immediately followed by a shooting pain firing straight up the body like Old Faithful  (link included for the Yellowstone challenged). Once this pain swiftly reaches the subconscious mind, it triggers a deep-seated primal urge to scream, as if one had been tackled from behind by a saber-tooth tiger. As soon as the scream breaks the threshold of the mouth, the conscious mind steps in, wasting no time in launching a counterattack on the perpetrator... the evil, vindictive, aloof, but nonetheless guilty footstool. Sometimes physical, sometimes just verbal, but the counterattack is swift & just. The Truth I discovered from a footstool was that I am making some spiritual pro...

This last week I had the pleasure of taking part in our Groverland family reunion, floating in a houseboat on Lake Powell, UT. Each morning when I woke up to meditate, I hiked a bit further back into a nearby canyon to find the perfect spot for peace and quiet. By the third day into our trip, I had finally found it. This spot was about a 25 minute hike from where our boat was anchored, but completely worth it. It was on the top of a hill, with a nearly flat surface, surrounded on all sides by awe inspiring canyon walls that reached to the sky. Thick foliage wrapped around the bottom of the hill on which I sat with complete silence, save a bird or two calling out now and then. This was peace, serenity, heaven...this shall forever be known as Shad Rock. But the stillness of meditation was short lived as a new character arrived on the scene. It was a special character because all other insects of flight could not reach me in the strong but comforting breeze, except the one whom we...