Note to self…
Pierre, there’s no prince charming in this story.
There’s no rescue boat.
No one’s coming.
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Pierre, there’s no prince charming in this story.
There’s no rescue boat.
No one’s coming.
Read MoreNote to self…
Pierre, there’s no prince charming in this story.
There’s no rescue boat.
No one’s coming.
Read MoreI was ten years old. It was summer in the Algarve and it was my introduction to the female nude.
Read MoreThis past weekend I disappeared into the mountains and lost my sense of self.
It was bliss.
3 Days.
No cellphone. No mirrors. No to-do lists.
Read MoreWhen I returned home I was struck by the reflection in the mirror. It was one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. I was able to behold the reflection of this human being without any narratives of what he lacks or what he still needs to achieve. All I saw I was a biological miracle of a human being, staring back at me with bright eyes and an affectionate smile.
Read MoreIt was about 1 or 2 AM. I sat by the fire with my “3-D glasses” and gazed at the Big Bang. A song in the background triggered an image of my dad. Enamored with the present moment, unencumbered by regrets from the past or concerns for the future and suffused with a sense of wonder and empathy, a single thought of my dad was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Tears of appreciation arrived unannounced and decades of unexpressed gratitude disgorged from my nose.
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