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A Practice in Love

There is an exercise, and I have done this with clients: You count and keep a running log of every time you have a negative thought throughout the day. Through the tabulation process, you first start acknowledging those thoughts, and through practice, are able to decrease them until eventually getting to a place of controlling them – instead of them controlling you.
The same exercise would be fascinating right now. How many times does (insert political figure that you ‘hate’) come into your thoughts? For example, how many times do you think of “Trump”?
For many, I am guessing, the number would be staggering. But, all that is doing is giving attention (and most importantly energy) to that, which you don’t like. With the self-fulling prophecy, you will then find anecdotal evidence to support those thoughts.
The question becomes, if that is the case, how’s that working for you?
Maybe it is, or maybe you don’t even realize that it is happening (just as you don’t realize how many times you are thinking a negative thought).  Maybe once you recognize that you energetically being consumed by one, or a few people, that are not serving your higher good.   It may result in additional frustration, anger, lack of sleep, and overall displeasure for the world as a whole.  That can not only negative affect yourself, but your family, your coworkers, and even strangers on the street.
Using politics as an example is easy, because in today’s climate it is so divisive, and it is a slippery slope that can quickly become all consuming.   The same though can be said for your boss, your significant other, or everyone on the road while you are driving.  That exercise of counting how many times you have a negative emotional outburst throughout the day can be quite enlightening.
The point and significance is understanding that we do not have a “Trump” problem, or a a “Hillary” problem, but rather we have an issue with giving outside stimuli control over not only our emotions, but our feelings, thoughts, and worst of all, our actions.
It is absolutely natural (healthy even) to be angry, frustrated, sad, disappointed, but allowing ourselves to become consumed in it, is not taking control of the only thing we can truly control, which is our own thoughts, feelings, emotions, and actions.
Maybe it does work for you.   Maybe you are so inspired by the current political climate that you are taking action by not only volunteering, but running for office.  Maybe you have such a strong desire for change that for the first time you are participating in the voting process.
It is also not necessarily that having repetitive negative thoughts is a bad thing, either, but how those are being utilized.   Are they a motivating factor, or are they debilitating?  Elite athletes, for one, have used negative thoughts of not being good enough as a motivational tool to be the best in the game.
The key question is still the same.  Is that working for you?  And, for you, that means specific to you not your parents, your children, your spouse, your friends, your fans, the media, or anyone else in the world.
For devil’s advocate, let’s say for a second though, that it is not working.  What is the answer?  Better yet, what is the solution?
For starters, stop giving it energy.  If you don’t like a particular politician, stop constantly talking about him (or her) and find a healthy outlet to replace those thoughts and actions.   Stop posting about them, and stop arguing about them.
Negative thoughts though can be quite addicting.  If it seems impossible not to talk, post, or argue, about a particular thought or person maybe it is time re-evaluate it.  The stronger the emotional attachment, possibly the greater the need to let go of it, and them.
If we replace negative thoughts with positive ones, is that being non-authentic?  It can certainly feel that way, especially in the beginning.
A much more radical solution is to give them, or whatever you have such a strong disdain for, love.   Love thy enemies.
That seems counterintuitive to everything that feels right, and often everything that we are taught.  It is also a very disciplined practice.   And, the mind can easily play tricks by saying, “What difference can I make?”
It is true that unconditional love has not been historically sustaining.  We have seen periods through religious figures such as Jesus Christ, Buddha, and Muhammad.  They all have a common theme of love.
The message is the same, but how everyone interprets that message is personal to each individual.
Love, as well as peace, is a very powerful tool.  Ghandi, for example, shut down an entire country in an incredibly short period of time without resorting to violence.   As equally incredible is how quickly upon his demise did everything go back to “normal”, or more precisely back to the way it was.
Maybe that was because he had such unconditional love, peace, and passion for the cause himself but those others who his followers had not yet found that own internal love for themselves.   And, maybe that is truly the answer (to all problems) is to focus on within.  Maybe if each and every one of us were so filled with unconditional love, peace, gratitude, and acceptance, what would a world like that look like?

As I Am, As You Are

I love you
But, may not necessarily
Like you
(all the time)
You Love Me
But, may not necessarily
Like me
(all the time)

I like you
But, may not necessarily
Be in Love with you
You like me
But, may not necessarily
Be in Love with me

We can like one another
And, can agree to disagree
We can love one another
As people, as souls
Even with opposing viewpoints
Because we can choose
To go beyond the points
To view each other
As people,
As souls


You and I are one, but equally unique.

What works for one is not necessarily going to work for all.

Every person has their own unique authenticity that is a gift to the world, and each person has their own unique authentic gift to give to the world.


In this world, I call my own, it is not my time or place to judge what someone else does or doesn’t do if it is distinctively unique and different even than the way I perceive the world to be.   I will though stand up, or sit down, as is appropriate for those who can not stand for themselves or so that someone is not sitting alone.

As long as someone is praying for peace, for love, I care not how they pray or to whom.  As long as someone is being kind and loving, I care not where they are from, or where they are going.

As long as someone holds value in this moment, they are worth my valuable time, and I am willing to give that to anyone regardless of if they are in line with how I look at life from my tiny window.

Find Me, Take Me, Escape Me – From Me

Find me
In the air that we breathe
Find me
Under the stars we share
Find me
Just follow the rays of the sun
Find me

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Beckon me not
To the place I have been
Forward I must
Forge into the untold story
Charging without any sword
Or shield
Into the magical unknown
Of love
And, wonder, where worlds
Not collide
But, open, from the inside


Love It!!!

Do You Love Life?
The darkest hour
And, the brightest light
Seeing no separation
From good or bad
Whether happy
Or when sad
Knowing everything
Is a growth opportunity
Beyond the known
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Does Life Love You?
Embracing you
In the darkness hour
And, the brightest light
Seeing no separation
From good or bad
Whether you’re happy
Or when you’re sad
Showing you everything
Is a growth opportunity
Beyond the known






I Love
I Love
I Love
…The Sun
I Love
…The Moon
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
…The rich
I Love
…The poor
I Love
…The sinner
I Love
…The saint
I Love 
…The nun
I Love
…The whore
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
….The elderly
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love
I Love


…The ocean breeze

I Love Me!

Love, the only energy there is.  Only a few days ago it was reported that a football player, possibly one of the dirtiest in the league, may have his career threatened due to concussions.  He may no longer be able to play due to compounded blows to the head.  And, while he may play outside the rules I cannot wish him harm.  I cannot say, “karma” because all I can see is not just him, but the collateral damage, which is his family.   Everyone has parents, and while I don’t know if he is married and has kids, but if he does, then they too will suffer from him not being able to make a living doing what he does.

Love, the only energy there is.  In this political environment, it is said that we are more divided than we have ever been before, which is a sad testament to history because there is a little thing called The Civil War not too mention have we not always been divided in our thinking?  So, while the circus has gotten crazier by the second someone professed that they wanted to see “Trump die”, to which I had to reflect back to only a few years back to when Obama was in office and I heard someone say that “Obama should be hung”.  What is the difference?  Matching hate with hate is never going to win, (and bombs never drop in a straight line, because there is always collateral damage), so just because someone may not coincide with the a belief system or is acting in ways that is misrepresentation of their position it does not mean that someone has to sit idly saying that is ok.  To the contrary, there is a time to stand and a time to sit (or kneel).  There is a time to fight and a time to retreat.  So, while the visceral cries that it is ok to call Hillary degrading names, and thinking that is ok, it is not.   Worse, professing that Trump is a child and in response calling him degrading names is the epitome of acting childlike, although that in itself is a disservice to children, because children we would punish for the same behavior.   And, yes, these are crazy times but there is a way to agree to disagree without needing to get nasty, because “an eye for an eye will only make the whole world blind.”

Love, the only energy there is.  The day after 9/11, in one of the darkest times of US history my neighbor came to me on the steps out front of my apartment where I asked where he was on the fateful day before.  He was traveling, but because of the mass hysteria, I got caught up in it because he was from Saudi Arabia.  The wave of fear screamed, “You can never be too careful” and that systematic discrimination is ok, and yet standing before me was a friend.  We played basketball together.  We hung out, and as we talked I realized something.  He did not over night change. It was I who did, but then I remembered who I was, and when he invited me to the mosque I accepted.   My kids and I not only went once, but we went back on many different occasions, although the initial time I sensed they were more scared of me than I was ever of them.  They shared horror stories of living during this time, and what they had to endure.   It was not long after when driving home from Miami, and bored, I turned on the AM radio to hear a preacher claim that we need to “kill all Muslims”.   It still gives me chills to think those words were actually broadcast.  And, only this week I was reading about the million and some Muslims held in captivity in camps in Russia when discovering that there was a strong sentiment, not an outrage, but rather that this practice should also be done here in the United States.   And, then I remembered all of the men, women, and children I became friends with while at the mosque. I recalled my former neighbor, Omar, who I spent hours with talking about everything and nothing at all. I saw them all not as Muslims, but as human beings.   I saw the love that they shared with me, so I can only reciprocate the same.

Love, the only energy there is.  When driving down the road, there is nothing more infuriating than the terrible drivers who are out there.   Driving on the shoulder while everyone else is stopped, honking insensibly, just to name a few.   Although one of them was a friend of mine whose husband had stomach cancer.  They could not afford the many times that they had to go to the hospital, so an ambulance was out of the question.  Instead, they would go by car necessitating they get their as quickly as possible.  So, when I hear someone being impatient, I never may know where they are going and how critical it is that they get to their destination.

Love, the only energy there is.  In December, I went to the tree lighting ceremony in West Palm.  While I could take or leave the ceremony itself, I was in awe by the diversity in age, in ethnicity, and I loved seeing so many people come together and get along, have a good time no matter where they are from or what their politics may be.   The same for when I went to a concert and saw 70 some year olds getting down, dancing the night away with kids right along side.   Everyone having a good time!

Love, the only energy there is.  Gossip travels at the speed of loose lips, and it matters not whose hips may be involved it seemingly gets attention because someone somewhere thinks that whatever someone is doing behind closed doors is acting immoral.  Yet, for as many times in the past when I have heard women talking negatively about the men in their lives it is equally as much men talking negatively about women.   The worst I hear is that all women from Boca are “bitches”, which begs to question how the imaginary line is drawn and how someone from Delray or Deerfield is somehow so much more angelic.  Or, if they cross over the line do they automatically turn to the dark side?

How about people are people.   Everyone has a bright side and a dark side.   Everyone has a story – good, bad and ugly about them self.   Everyone is doing the best they can, right?

No. Not in terms of pure potentiality, but in terms of the best they can with the resources they believe are available to them at any given moment in time.

Who am I to say?

The world, it has its share of problems.  Are they worse than ever, or is this merely a matter of continuation from then to now.  The only real difference is the 24/7 seven days a week scrutiny on everything and everyone.

Oh, yes, those journalists.  They too are “bad”, but then again I am one of them.  I write interviews, and a lot of them people may not only disagree but not like, or even like me because I write them.  So, be it.

I am not going to treat others based upon their reflection of me.  I am going to treat others how I want to be treated.  I am going to see no difference between the sane and insane, the sinner and the saint, men and women, rich and poor, democrats and republicans, the religious and the atheists, or…..

…..from me and you.




I Am Free

Life is Life

We all have one

But, how many days

Are spent actually living?

How many are wasted?

And, never really fully tasted?

The moments that pass by

Without any conscious



How many opportunities









Pass us by each and every day?


How many times do we hesitate

Because, of fear

Or out of guilt

Or getting caught up

In thinking

Judging the moment

Instead of being in flow

Letting our minds go

Allowing ourselves to be free

To explore


Today, I have really galvanized what I want out of life and who I want to be. Ironically, the two coincide:  Peace, Love and Joy.

These are not just emotions but a state of being.   They are also available every moment of every day.  I need not wait for someone, some thing, or some place for me to be in that state.
In order to get to that state, my focus is on gratitude.   Unconditional gratitude and appreciation for everything and everyone.    Being consciously aware of the moment, and to get to a place where I can find:
Peace:  For it is with peace, that I allow self-acceptance to flow as well accepting of others as they are wherever they are.
Joy:     Through joy, I find fun and happiness that culminates in celebration, which can be for no reason whatsoever.

Love:   With the intention of love, it is my focus, and through such I find freedom.

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Through these, I experience ultimate freedom because no longer does anyone (family, friends, coworkers, colleagues, strangers, etc.) or anything (money, location, job – or lack thereof,  etc.) can control me, because I am free.
Free to be,


I choose when and where, and with who, I spend my time with those that exemplify peace, love and joy in their own life in their own way.
I no longer need to wait to have fun.  I no longer need to wait to be happy.  I no longer need to wait for anything to be at peace, to be in joy, or be in a state of love – for self or others.
The world may be chaotic, but it always has and most likely always will.   We can wait forever for it to change, but waiting is not tasting, and life is meant to be spent living.
What is fun?
What brings you Joy?
Going to a movie
Staying home and watching TV
Going for a walk
Making out
 Going to a concert
Heading out on a road trip
Going on vacation
Taking an extended nap
Going to the spa
Meeting someone new
Going to the park
Making money
Going to the zoo
Making love
Going absolutely nowhere
Eating in
Going to the most amazing restaurant
Learning something new
Going to an art exhibit
Making art
Going to a meet a friend
Video chat
Going dancing on the town
Being in a movie
Going for a long kayak trip
Closing a great deal
Going to work
Getting unexpected money
Going out
Playing a sport or an instrument
Going to the mall
Watching the sunrise or sunset
(Or Both!!!)
Going to the beach
Taking a drive up the mountain
Going for a picnic
Jump out of a plane
Going to someplace new
Going for a weekend getaway
Going to the gym
Take pictures
Going to have pictures taken

I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practice resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms…”

― Henry David Thoreau

Human, We Are, Even If We Forget Sometimes

Sometimes, we forget or neglect
the fact that we are
and whether it be
an act of kindness,
a time of sadness,
a touch of love,
a moment of joy,
or a moment of anger,
it is human to feel
it is human to touch
it is human to weep
it is human to wonder
it is human to doubt
it is human to remember
it is human to seek
it is human to enjoy