Hills On The Path Aren’t As Steep As They Look… dealing with tragedy, chin up baby

me & my dad, summer 1974

Sometimes, out of the blue, it hits me again. My mind wanders back to those bitter days in May, when around me life was starting to bloom, but my soul was warning me of an impending death. Continue reading

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Thoughts from a Pensive State of Mind… a reflection on the path to wellbeing

at ajanta caves, india

As I sit here on the first morning of the yoga retreat, in the quiet misty haze of the countryside of Bras d’Or, I am hit with the realization for the first time since my world fell partly apart, that the universe really does have something in store for us and worrying about what it is… is, well, pointless. Continue reading