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The Scared Masculine: The Complete Man
Much of what I read about masculinity is really on what masculinity is not. We already know, however, that the definition of a male that is advanced by our culture is completely absurd. That’s a good...
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Choices
I suck at choices. It’s not that I make a lot of bad choices. It’s that I make no choices at all if I can help it. This has become glaringly obvious as my wife and I enter into a new stage of our...
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Facing North
I am facing North As I do each winter Like the sleeping bear Who huddles and repairs From his year of scavenging And lumbering hurts. This is great Wisdom, the Surrender to death’s reminder, Lying...
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Check Out Authentunity
I know I usually post on weekends, but I think it would be worth it to head over and check out a great Web site, Authentunity. It’s a site that I have been following for a while. If you look closely,...
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The Inner Know-It-All and Other Cowards
I am beginning to see that there is a part of me that is so selfish that it does not care about any other part of me. Some might call this the false self or the small self. It has a very hard time...
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The Most Feared Beast
I am planning on doing something really drastic on Sunday: Nothing! I mentioned in last week’s post that I plan on taking one day off per week. I am shocked that I have not thought of this before. I...
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Living Gratitude
If I were to measure myself, to weigh the good against the bad, and come up with some moral profit and lose statement, I would be missing life’s point. If I even try, I am likely to be measuring...
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The Warrior Chief and the Monk
I have many brothers in the South who, handsome in their vestments, through cloistered gardens. The...
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Empty, Wait, Grow
I made a prayer a few days ago. Well, I call it a prayer now, but at the time it looked more like screaming at God for not providing for my needs. Let me cut to the chase. I called out, “Where are...
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Naming the Puritan Demon
My Puritan roots keep me from growth as they do to most men. Puritan theology, Calvinism, is unsurpassed at painting a dualistic world: you are either saved or you are condemned. Most men who give any...
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A Man Walks into a Bar
I don’t frequent bars, haven’t since my college days. They are sad places, as far as I can see, and no one seems in his right mind. And yet, the exterior care-free fun that seems to permeate the...
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Life: The Joy of All
I wonder about life. I suspect most of us do. Stephen J. Gould once said that we are mere twigs, that any notion of spiritual existence or afterlife is the height of egomania. The lessons being...
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The Real Race
Back in my distance running days, I never thought much of the gamesmanship taking place in the paddock before a race. Today it is called trash talking and seems to be an integral, and in some quarters...
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Worthiness
I spend some time thinking about the world that we are creating, the one into which we are sending our children, a world based on rewards and punishments which in turn creates a hyper-competitive...
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The Chapel of Dark and Light
The dark wooden chapel that stood as our Long Island parish church when I was very young was a favorite place of mine until it was torn down. Something more was taken when the chapel was razed, to be...
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The Ghost in the Heart
I was probably ten years old and I stood alone one summer day inside a playhouse that sat in a playground adjacent to a small church for which my uncle was the caretaker. The songs of wildlife marked...
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Heaven: Yankee Stadium, 1966
Yankee Stadium in 1966 was not a place many people wanted to be, especially my father, an old Brooklyn Dodger diehard. The cavernous stadium sat in the Bronx and those who had fled the city decades...
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The Joy Within
I could not have been more than eight or nine years old. I was playing little league baseball, and to me, to walk out onto a baseball diamond was the greatest gift that I could receive. Pounding that...
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The Metaphysical Orphan
My family never engaged me in the really important conversation of life when I was a child. I am not sure if any of my siblings were, but I certainly existed on the peripheral of any engagement that...
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The Out-of-Body Experience
I enjoy my energetic mornings and the connectedness that I feel with the Cosmos at these times of solitude. Yet, It is with great irony that I wanted to take back my previous post the day after I...
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