By John Thompson I want to be the Lord’s stallion! Thick and broad and sinewed And of milky mane, Sun’s fire caught and flashing In my dancing eyes And hooves as sharp and shining As obsidian! I want to feel upon my neck The firm direction of His arms And feel my tensing flanks Beneath…
Who mentors you?Are you a mentor?Did a mentor change your life? The Seven Directions LOST BROTHER Recording includes the poem and a short story of Baal Shem Tov (The Besht) By Stanley Moss I knew that tree was my lost brother when I heard he was cut down at four thousand eight hundred sixty-two years; I…
Online Event March 25-27, 2022 A Webinar – March 25 - 27 Beginning Friday March 25th at 7p.m. PST Cost - $50 Registration At this event we will look at the four main male Archetypes: King, Warrior, Magician, Lover. Each man will be encouraged to recognize and get to know at least one or two…
Can you list the miracles in your life?What to you is miraculous? The Heart of Us All With the radio and the television off all morning and the newspaper folded in its chair I leave the laptop alone and set my phone on mute I just want to hear bird-chatter in the air faint shouts…
What made my worst Day?Remembering my best dayLiving through my worst day The Lion for Real By Allen Ginsberg Soyez muette pour moi, Idole contemplative… I came home and found a lion in my living room Rushed out on the fire-escape screaming Lion! Lion! Two stenographers pulled their brunette hair and banged the window shut I hurried…
What am I waiting for?Why not now?What holds me back?When? The Black Snake by Mary Oliver When the black snake flashed onto the morning road, and the truck could not swerve— death, that is how it happens. Now he lies looped and useless as an old bicycle tire. O stop the car and carry…
What if I could give myself a bit more attention? A bit more care? Maybe even a new respect by clearing off a bit of the old clutter? What if this alone could wake me – break me up? Open my eyes to whatever’s in the air? Find a new breath for this pair of…
A tale by Eugene Marckx Long ago when the first people lived on the earth a young man left all his family, and his tribe, and went out on his own across the hills. Did his folks miss him? Did he ever think of going back? No one knows. He wandered through river valleys and…
How do I make time for myself?What was I told was a waste of my time?Do I make time for what’s important to me? Basket Woman
A tale by Eugene Marckx Long ago when the first people lived on the earth a young man left all his…
By John Thompson Sometimes these days I find myself so full of joy and gratitude that I feel like I might just explode. That’s not hyperbole: I really am beside myself, wondering what to do with so much overwhelming energy. I still have my sorrows and grief, mind you, and my discontents, but even when…