There is much unconscious cruelty in our society that passes as self-care.

A common area of discussion in my practice revolves around the topic of positive thinking.

I have discussed the illness of judgment before. It is a difficult pattern to break. Many of us unconsciously participate in this toxic behavior.

There is a common issue that tends to come up with people in long-term intimate relationships that are undergoing rapid awakening.

I had a brutal lesson years ago about information - about "fitting in" and shaping myself to an oncoming, developing situation.

Here is a poem by Saint Lucian maestro Derek Walcott, to honor the feast of Saint Valentine.

We are a culture of addicts, and addiction comes in many forms. It’s not just about being powerless over certain substances or behaviors: addiction also masquerades as an obsession with oneself and a disconnection with the world at large.

In this moment, if our inner or outer life is not or has not been turned upside down, we are sleepwalking.

In a culture that strives to eradicate anxiety with perpetual movement and busyness, the act of simply being in and accepting the present moment is terrifying.

Just remember, easy does it. One step at a time.

You are confusing anxiety with movement, numbness for joy, and acquisition with tasting.

These times of uncertainty are extremely uncomfortable for all of us needing the illusion of being in control.

Death is a complicated topic in our culture.

In this sharp energy that we are all swimming in, it seems that consciousness is beckoning to us directly.

It points to an authentic place where true inner work can begin and take hold: our ego on its knees - most else is posturing and hiding under the false guise of doing spiritual work.

The vastness of this place enforces a sense of an utter smallness that the boy could not have grasped, but is humbling to the man.