Patient sun peeks sly Water falls rhythmic on planks Rays of heat explode
Intellectually though, I wondered if there wasn’t a distinct difference between using macro-muscles hitting a baseball as opposed to smaller muscle groups like I did when I was cleaning. I decided I would try this non-dominant hand experiment with a man’s most fundamental need and desire. The one men do almost every day. It’s all … Continue reading Going Southpaw, Part 3
I retired a career .300 hitter. It’s not as impressive as it sounds, but for me, it was all the validation I needed at the tender age of 12 to make the A team coach and all the jocks in my 8th grade class go suck eggs. I was arguably the least popular kid in … Continue reading Going Southpaw, Part 2
For all the research I’ve been doing on the intricacies of brain function, right hemisphere vs. left hemisphere and neuron connections and such, I had a moment two weeks day that has, once again, reinvigorated my fascination with neuroplasticity and how it effects what’s going on with the rest of our bodies. I mean, I’m … Continue reading Going Southpaw
My 2007 Hyundai Sonata has a sporadic sunroof. Most days it works just fine. But when it has been raining a lot in my town, the sunroof will open just fine, but then when I push the button to close it, it closes all the way, then thinks better of its decision and opens right … Continue reading Run Away! Run Away! Part 3
When Siddhartha Gautama sat in meditation for days and days in that seminal moment 2500 years ago, he did so beneath a bodhi tree. As in, the bodhi tree. The very same bodhi tree (Ficus religiosa) is still alive in thriving at Bodh Gaya near Gaya, India. So I figured the very least I could … Continue reading Run Away! Run Away! Part 2
A week ago, I participated in my first Zen retreat (see what I did there with the title? See, cuz “retreat” in the context of combat and the Monty Python reference …) It was my first retreat since high school where I think the last retreat I went on (or at least the last one … Continue reading Run Away! Run Away!
See what I did there? Alright, I’ll admit that was a lame attempt at linking my conversion to Buddhism to the Tom Cruise movie Seven Years in Tibet. Honestly, I haven’t seen the movie and don’t intend to. That was just my attempt to use a play on a pop culture reference to rope you … Continue reading 7 Years in My Head
Alright, well he’s my elephant anyway. I recently posted about how the book The Zen of Recovery changed my life. On a lark, the day before, I had actually contacted the author of the book that taught me that my connection to God as I understood him didn’t have to be a mundane and faux … Continue reading Bagged the elephant
My AA friend Mitch (I call all my friends in recovery Mitch so as to protect their anonymity) always says that when you get sober, you resume maturing at the exact time you started drinking and using, thereby halting the process of most of your personal development. So, for me, that explains my potty mouth. … Continue reading Like the taste of Soap? Soberpod!
My Zen Brain 