Sometimes I see dead people walking among us. No, I’m not talking about the spirits of the dead, or demons, or figments of my imagination. Not a hallucination or a symptom deriving from a mental disorder. I am talking about the living and functioning human being. Already dead, on his or her feet. I have an acquaintance who is filling himself with harmful things. A … Continue reading The Walking Dead
Several things that could easily steal my joy of this life are currently hanging over our household. Serious, potentially life-changing issues. I am constantly reassuring my wife that everything is going to be okay, but she still worries. That is just how she is. I actually admire that about her. She has a very caring heart and the worry is for the benefit of her … Continue reading What, Me Worry?
“Not listening.” Something I have struggled with throughout my life. Purposely shutting my ears off. Shutting people out. Not wanting to hear the other person. As I’m growing older, I find myself at times wandering off as I’m listening to others speak. My brain begins to focus on a thought and I totally miss what I was trying to hear. I need to work on … Continue reading “I’m Not Changing!!”
Just to clarify, I’m not talking about sitting on the floor, legs crossed with index fingers and thumbs together. I’m speaking of meditating on His Word. Today, I would like to talk about my personal experience with meditation. There was a very painful time in my life that involved my wife and children leaving our home. Several years ago, my mind was comparable to a … Continue reading The Power Of Meditation
If you have been reading my posts lately, you have seen the writings about the therapy sessions I have been attending with a loved one. We had another session this past Thursday. I would like to share some key lessons we both have learned within our time together. For anonymity purposes, I will only refer to the person as my loved one. My loved one … Continue reading Presently Within
Mornings are so very important. Before my family wakes, I spend my quiet time at the kitchen bar. There was a time when I would rise for the day and go straight to the shower. Those days, before I had met coffee. I would do everything in a rush in the morning. Shower, get ready, out the door with a daily routine of fast food … Continue reading My Morning Cup