Pattern on the Trestleboard

{Caution, if you embrace this, or are even willing to embrace this, your life will change for the better, ultimately.} All the power that ever was or will be is here now. I am a center of expression for the primal will-to-good which eternally creates and sustains the universe.Through me its unfailing Wisdom takes form in…

“Boys will be boys!” (Gebvurah 1)

Reading about the Bergamo Region’s devastating flare of Covid-19 in Italy, reminded me of the problem with weighing actions without balance. And then by inaction – as powerful in cases as an action, can alter the course of an event. Who needs wizards and magicians to create alternate futures? Anyway, it was so interesting to…

“Hey Doc, …You tell me what’s wrong!”

When I asked the man what brought me to sit in my exam room, men and only men (so far, in almost 30 years), would say that to me- more often than not. Wow.  Can you imagine, most women are loquacious as snot?[1] Interesting people try so hard sometimes, not to give a single shit for…

Paean to the Baggage Handler

I was just thinking of all the young men affected by the Virgin Atlantic’s shutdown. You see them working the forklifts, pushing luggage dollies, making sure the tarmac is safe and accessible. I am so grateful to them. They keep my luggage with me as I travel, and embarkments kind of fun! Now, 40% of…

To my writer friend who’s despondent

"Just write about the thing in front of you. That we are here now is the important part. Everyone’s voice must be heard. If you’re really down write about the monitor you’re looking at. Having rage is akin to having love; that little flame keeps us alive, even in our addictions.  Without attachments or passion…

Carpe Diem. Seize the day.

Whether one or the other wins, at this point, there will be difficult futures for many, many, many people including the previously disenfranchised. Compared to what the Gulf Wars did to ordinary folks with businesses and practices- all lost when they were abusively deployed boots-on the ground. which took them years to recover, but many…

“love”

Imagine the softest white ermine – laying over my heart like the fresh exudate that naturally Band-Aids an abrasion. With this is a feeling of deep protection, safety and at-one-ness (atonement), holding me like gently peaked meringue. [I would have run from it like lightening in the past

Pompous

Pompous[1] Never, in my wildest dreams of being a doctor- client -patient, would I ever, ever, ever utter such words, even if mixed in phrases as,  “beautiful” “kiss” “love” (Ok, I channeled, “warrior for love” once…) “Intense and passionate” “You can do whatever you want…” (with dreamy goo-goo eyes) Even if I was in deep trance…