On the Passage of My Brother Frank

On the Passage of My Brother Frank

One of the great characters in my life died early Saturday, surrendering to a lengthy battle with bladder cancer at age 76. Frank was staying with our sister Carol so we could look after him. When she called at 7 a.m. I knew his time had passed. An indifferent north...
Precious Moments and the Gifts of Fatherhood

Precious Moments and the Gifts of Fatherhood

I showed my nine-year-old granddaughter a photograph of a plate of artful Christmas cookies. “I did not eat one,” I confessed. “Can you believe that?” She looked skeptical. “No,” she said. “You probably ate them all.” I laughed. She knows me too well, but in that case...
Thanksgiving Praise for the Sacred Feminine

Thanksgiving Praise for the Sacred Feminine

The day my father died my mother did not shed a tear. Aunt Joan guided me, and my little brother Mike, away from the house full of mourners to the backyard where my father had introduced me to Classical Greek mythology and the wonder of stories well told. Joan...
The Horror of Daesh and Life Beneath a Burka

The Horror of Daesh and Life Beneath a Burka

On Friday, November 13 I cruised through OKC traffic to a yoga class observing radio silence and tuned into the rhythms of my breath. In practice I noticed imbalances between my left and right, amused whenever I wobble and wander from my center. In that moment I...

Make Love Your Life

A new friend confides, “I have always been a seeker.” I smile – a fructose-free crack in my stoic demeanor – to acknowledge the quest for meaning, the hero/heroine journey archetype and our inherent longing for a complete awakening in some exotic sanctuary. I...

Yoga in the Age of Distraction

Some say, “Yoga found me.” I don’t. That would be as if my parents “found me” in the hospital nine months after my father came home for lunch from the Air Force base. I am a result, a willful act of creation. Yoga was a gift from my aunt Joan, my spiritual mentor,...