Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.
I paused the movie I was watching and looked at the actor’s eyes. His mouth had vanished.
When I looked at his mouth, his neck vanished.
My brain was going. It wasn’t working right. I’ve know for the last couple of days this was happening, but now it was affecting my vision. … Read more…
When someone writes to you and says…
Thanks for the wonderful book. It literally saved my life.
… that’s a powerful testimonial.
I hope you’ll take the time to read our dialog in its entirety: … Read more…
It was the first time in about seven years that I had visited Florida where I wasn’t self-tasked with solving a problem.
Without an agenda—without a goal—there was time to enjoy the trip and the family and the warmth.
Why do we live so much for the future? Why do we believe it will hold something better than this moment? … Read more…
As I made my way back to Phoenix, as I sought to find a place Morrissette had told me about, as I thought about visiting my family next week, just then a tall dust devil appeared in front of me and I recognized how far from anything I was and I thought, “I’m the only person who sees you,” and She whispered:
Everything is temporary. Everything but us.
And as the whirling column faded away into nothing, I whispered back, “I see you… I see you everywhere.”
Sometimes She sings it to me. Sometimes I sing it to Her: I See You.
I guess in the end… it’s all the same.
The last of the three questions to ask your spiritual teacher.
Veterans will recognize the meaning of the title right away. DX stands for Direct Exchange. Think trading something in for a new model: This sleeping bag has a hole in it. I need to DX it.
So the title above roughly translates into:
This president is insane. We need to trade him in for a new one.