Ten Things I Want To Remind My Children on Father’s Day 


Ten Things I Want To Remind My Children on Father’s Day. 

10. You only get out of life what you put into it! The world is full of could’ves, should’ves, and would’ves who tell their sad stories of why they aren’t happy. Somewhere along the way they bought into the idea that life is magically supposed to work in their favor without ever putting in an honest effort. The world is also full of people who are wildly successful because they never gave up on themselves. Never forget you are your greatest asset! 
9. You’re the expert on you! You don’t need an authority or institution telling you how you should live. Not even your mother or me are the experts on you. We would be happy to give advice and suggestions, but ultimately, this is YOUR life. Speak your truth—even if your voice shakes. 
8. Always be curiously skeptical! Never accept anything at face value without your own litmus test. A word of caution here; don’t discount too quickly those with more experience and knowledge—just ask for proof via battle scars, degrees, or financial statements. Everyone has an opinion, but cherish those whose advice is battle-tested. Research all sides of an argument yourself. Well-meaning people can be very convincing and yet still be very wrong. Check it out yourself. 
7. Drastically limit your consumption of sugar! This one has been my nemesis for years. Our brains react the same way towards sugar as cocaine—the food companies know this and the government turns a blind eye since they are paid handsomely to do so. Ever wonder why you’re still craving more after you already ate? That’s sugar! Enjoy the dessert, just don’t let sugar control your life. 
6. You don’t need to desperately search for a partner to complete you—you’re already complete! While your friends are all love-struck and can’t live without their current fling, enjoy this time of your life when you don’t have to answer to anyone. Sure, if love knocks on your door, let them in for a cup of tea, but let them know early and often your standards are high, your patience for drama is thin, and your confidence doesn’t depend on whether they stay or go. 

5. Carve out time for the things that make your heart come alive! This took me some time to learn. I’m not me when I’m not learning, growing, and writing. If I allow even a week or two to transpire without learning, growing, or writing; I tend to throw colossal hissy fits. You may have witnessed this a time or two. Only YOU know what makes YOUR heart come alive; if you have doubts, try several different things until you do. 
4. Work your ass off at what you’re passionate about! This ties in with number 10. If you do something you love, you’ll never work a day in your life. Of course, that’s if you have any stinking idea what you’re passionate about. If you’re like most teenagers, twenty-somethings, thirty-somethings; heck, EVERYBODY, you may have to figure out what you’re passionate about by trying a bunch of different things until one thing gets most of your attention. I can tell you this; when you’re doing something and you lose all track of time and truly enjoy it, that’s something you’re passionate about. 
3. Never lose your sense of wonder! Lay out under the stars. Contemplate how and why you find yourself floating through the galaxy on a big rock. Where did you come from? Where are you going? What is the meaning behind all of it? You could literally astonish yourself every day if you ask yourself the right questions. There is a mysterious flow to life that cannot be put into words. 
2. When in doubt—CREATE!! No matter what it is, create. Write a song, make pottery, paint a landscape, write a novel, shoot a movie, learn an instrument, build a barn, construct a sculpture, piece together a mosaic. Nothing speaks on a soul-level more than creating. You never know how your creation will affect someone else. The random idea you decide to create could be exactly what someone needs to see. 
And the Number One thing I want to remind you is…… 
1. Being your dad has been the greatest joy and biggest honor of my life!! Simply put, I’m not me without you! Because of you two, I questioned everything I was ever taught, I dug deep into my psyche to discover my true self, I learned what it means to be selfless, I had the courage to take a journey of the heart, and I discovered what true love looks like. Sure, one could argue I may have eventually got there, but I certainly cannot imagine my life without either of you in it! I could not ask for two better humans to co-create with during this lifetime! 

I love you!! 


Dear Kelsi,



Dear Kelsi,

I feel compelled to write you and give you some encouragement. I know it’s been a rough week for you and I know you are contemplating many things right now. I can sense your wheels are spinning nonstop much the same that mine do when I’m trying to figure this crazy life out. Anyway, all that to say, I notice. I cannot promise that you’ll get the answers you’re looking for soon—or ever for that matter—but I can desperately challenge you to never stop searching.

You see, the world is made up of people who are blindly regurgitating information that was planted in their brain by some other person or institution. These people are easily guided from one direction to another without so much as one original thought of their own. They are told what to do, what to think, and what to buy—and guess what—they do it. They give very little resistance to the powers-that-be in their lives and they prefer to stay in their comfortable cocoon.

The exact opposite kind of people are few and far between. They aren’t satisfied with the status quo, they question authority, ideas, laws, norms, and tradition. They aren’t afraid to speak their mind even when their voice is shaking. They’re used to feeling uncomfortable, alone, misunderstood, longing for deeper community and richer dialogue. They set trends. They refuse to take the same path as everyone else because it’s been “proven” to work. History was radically changed by these people. Their bravery to stand up and suggest a long-held idea was wrong—even in the face of cruel ridicule or death—has changed the world for the better. These people have pushed progress forward even when progress seemed like a dirty word. These people are badasses!


There is much debate in the scientific community about free will—whether we have it or whether we don’t. The arguments on both sides are extremely compelling. Some people assume they have free will but act like they don’t: meanwhile, others act like they are stuck with no choices in life but they have plenty of opportunity to change the trajectory of their future if they would simply choose it. I haven’t made my mind up yet as to which side of the argument I fall, but I’m beyond grateful to even be contemplating the ideas in the first place.

I bring up free will as an example because our knee-jerk reaction is to just say of course we have free will. But do we? How do you know? Where do your thoughts come from? Who thinks those thoughts? Who put them there? Sometimes I have thoughts that are disturbing and I wonder where they come from because they obviously aren’t from me. Other times I think peaceful and loving thoughts and I am certain those thoughts are from me and they are me. I believe you get the idea.


Here’s my point in all this: never apologize for your greatness! You are amazing and your dedication to discovering your truth will pay off for you in so many ways. You may feel like nobody understands you, and you may feel alone at times, but trust me you are on the right path. Please keep searching and sharing what you are learning. The world is full of people who are walking zombies and they need your help waking up.

I have believed in you since day one and I believe in you now more than ever.

Let me forewarn you; there will be people who might not understand the things you say from one day to the next. Well-meaning people may suggest you are misguided for saying things they don’t believe are true. Good for them. Politely thank them and then keep on being a badass. Small minds won’t understand much of what you are trying to say anyway. They may talk behind your back and they may outright tell you you’re wrong. All the while, they will be secretly jealous of your courage and their lack thereof. This doesn’t make you cocky because we both know that cockiness is nothing more than an overcompensation for insecurity. Instead, you will continue to grow in confidence—not so much in your ideas you present—but in your ability to formulate and communicate your ever-changing ideas.


It’s a great big world with countless opportunities. There is a long history of people you can learn from who have changed their world for the better. You can be one of those people. You already are one of those people. You will walk among greatness because you choose every day to be great. I applaud your effort and I’m more proud of you than you could ever imagine!

One last thing, your tribe is out there. You are not alone. There are people out there who are changing the world for the better and sharing their ideas. They are your tribe and you belong in their company. Trust that you’ll meet each and every one at the perfect time. Watch in awe and wonder as the mysterious flow of life puts you in the company of the movers and shakers of our time. I have no doubt.


Keep your chin up and keep writing your ass off! You never know who is reading your writing who needs to hear exactly what you have to say that day. Never stop learning, never stop growing, never stop writing—and most importantly—never stop being you!

I love you!





When I Truly SEE My Children 


When I truly SEE my children

I’m astonished every time.

Behind every attitude,

questionable behavior, 

snotty remark,

dirty bathroom,

fender bender,

late-night emergency, 

or unplanned interruption;

there stands before me

the greatest gift this

lifetime could ever bestow.

When I truly SEE my children 

I’m humbled every time. 

Behind every curious question,

light-hearted conversation,

comfortable silence,

or bold proclamation;

I’m reminded we’re all

spiritual beings having 

a human experience:

learning together,

growing together,

loving one-another.

When I truly SEE my children 

I’m thankful every time.

For they singlehandedly 

chipped away at the 

fortress of protection

I worked so hard

to build around

my vulnerable heart. 

Once they allowed the

light to shine through, 

my heart and soul 

joyfully sang hallelujah.

When I truly SEE my children

I’m overjoyed every time.

My beautiful daughter,

so cunning and courageous,

refuses to accept the

status quo for herself.

My handsome son, 

so kind-hearted and gifted,

lights up a room with

his presence and smile.

Each one opens my heart

in ways I thought impossible.

When I truly SEE my children

I’m able to clearly SEE 

all of the world with my

eyes and heart wide open.

Peace and love, 


Man Enough


Man Enough: Fathers, Sons, and the Search for Masculinity is an amazing book I recently read by Frank Pittman. I highly recommend this book to any man. I also recommend it to any woman trying to understand men—either her partner or even her father. Below I have included some of the highlights that stood out to me and I hope it gives you something to think about. 

Philanderer, Contender, and Controller

“If the boy becomes over-programmed in the art of seduction, he may become a philanderer, reassuring himself that he is a man by escaping the woman at home and seducing the women away from home, thus winning double victories over the ‘opposite’ sex. If he practices competition too compulsively, he may become a contender, seeing life as a contest with other boys, in which only the winner of the most contests gets to be considered a man. And if he becomes too rule bound he may become a controller, assuming it is his job to act like the boss and keep those around him under his control. All three varieties of masculopathy, pathologically overdeveloped masculinity, occur when the father is not around, not involved enough, and not sure enough of his own masculinity to tell the boy he’s doing it all quite well enough and can cool down the masculine display. Each of the three syndromes of masculopathy cripples the boy in his efforts to mate, to live comfortably in a family, or even to live in peace and comfort with the world around him. As we strive to be man enough, the world does not really penalize us for failing to live up to the masculine mystique, but for anxiously overdoing it.”

Am I Man Enough? 

“Some of the men I see are masculopathic, in one or more of the three syndromes, but others are just trying to be the men they think they are expected to be, and in doing so make a mess of their lives and the lives of those around them. Their battle is not with their wives, not even with their mothers, as much as it is with their fathers—even if they haven’t seen their fathers in years, or ever. These men seem locked into a struggle to somehow finally get their fathers to anoint them, and declare them man enough.”

The Power of Myth

“To be mythic, a story must connect with something primordial, deep within human consciousness; it must offer some profound, shared insight into the human condition. It is a story which is so true it transcends the mere words. Myths not only enlighten us, they connect us. And as the world changes, we change, and our myths must change, so we get a new crop all the time, and some of them work, so we keep them. Our modern mythmakers are busy tackling the relationships between fathers and sons, to find connections between pre-patriarchal and post-patriarchal consciousness, between the old fear of the too powerful father and the new longing for a father to love and teach and anoint us. The pain and grief and shame from the failed father-son relationship seem universal.”

Sometimes, Manhood is Lonely

“Male friendships are not like female friendships: men are not as likely to have confidants as they are to have playmates. Most of the time male friendships don’t need to be like female friendships. Men can silently assume that we have all been through the same ordeals and we all feel pretty much the same about everything. Being together and not having to talk about it is wonderfully comfortable. I sometimes think that if men didn’t talk to women, they might not talk to anybody: they might go through life telling dirty jokes and quoting baseball statistics to one another. But sometimes there is something that a man needs to reveal, needs to talk over with another man, and there may be no man available to him. Sometimes, manhood is lonely.” 

Archetypes of Masculinity

“The heroes that continue to inspire boys and men are characterized by aspects of masculine identity that psychoanalyst Carl Jung calls ‘archetypes.’ These myths and heroes resonate with something inside us, something of our own, something universal. They make us aware of what is inside ourselves. If we choose certain heroes as our heroes, and put their voices in our male chorus, their voices can encourage and inspire their special aspects of our character. 

The four archetypes of the mature masculine, as described by Jungian analysts, mythologists, and Bly colleagues Robert Moore and Douglas Gillette, are King, Warrior, Magician, and Lover. The King is the energy of just and creative ordering, which makes rules and maintains order, which provides fertility and blessing—I think of the patriarchal father. The Warrior is the energy of self-disciplined, aggressive action, concerned with skill, power, accuracy, and control, with knowing when to take action—I think of the athlete. The Magician is the energy of initiation and transformation, who understands the unseen world and can think through the issues that are not obvious to others, the energy of awareness, insight, and bullshit detection—I think of the psychotherapist or the court jester. The Lover is the energy that connects men to others and the world, the energy of play, of sensual pleasure, and of passion without shame, of aesthetic consciousness and understanding through feeling rather than just through intellect—I think of Mozart. 

When these archetypes that are in all of us are not developed into their fullness and are not used to connect with others, when we fear we don’t have enough of them so we overdo them, instead of a King we get a Tyrant, instead of a Warrior we get a Bully or a Sadist, instead of a Magician we get a Detached Manipulator, instead of a Lover we get a Love Addict. My practice, my movie screen, and my world are all filled with men who are grotesquely overdoing one or more of these masculine archetypes.

Controllers and other domestic tyrants, in their shame, are Shadow Kings, bullying others and trying to display the power and position they don’t find inside themselves. Contenders, who never get enough and can’t let any other man have a moment of victory, are Shadow Warriors, trying to prove they are winners because inside they feel like losers. Philanderers, sex addicts, and love addicts, who can’t love a real partner because they spend all their time getting reassurance or escaping into ‘in-love’ fantasies, who try to define their masculinity through sex, are Shadow Lovers.”

Men and a Woman’s Anger

“Men hear anything a woman says with strong emotion as just hysterical carrying-on. And while a woman’s anger is as terrifying to a man as the wrath of an angry god, we don’t hear what a woman says when she’s angry; we only hear that she is angry and we strap ourselves in, turn off our receivers, and wait in terror for the storm to pass. When we men have any important message to deliver, we deliver it as logically and unemotionally as possible. We know that what we say when we’re angry should be ignored, and our friends do us the favor of ignoring it. We often wish women would do the same.”

The Healing Power of Fatherhood

“These guys who fear becoming fathers don’t understand that fathering is not something perfect men do, but something that perfects the man. The end product of child-raising is not the child but the parents; the child on whom the parent has been practicing and learning how to be a human being must then go on and learn it for himself by practicing on his own children. That is the way it works. As parents, we must remember to be grateful to children for letting us practice people-making skills on them. If we don’t make our children aware of what the process was, and how it felt, and what we got out of it, they may opt to skip it themselves. They would deprive themselves of the most productive stage of their development, when in the process of child-raising we examine and question everything we thought we knew about human development, about masculinity and femininity, and about the nature of the human condition.

Being a father, to our own children or to someone else’s, or being something like a father—an uncle, a mentor, a coach, a teacher, a therapist—is the real way to become a man. We gain our masculinity not by waving it from flagpoles or measuring and testing it before cheering crowds but by teaching it to boys and girls, and to men and women who haven’t known a man up close and don’t know what men and masculinity are all about. If men would raise children, it would not only save the world in a generation or two, it would save them their lives. 

Will this generation discover the healing power of fatherhood?”

I hope you enjoyed these excerpts as much as I enjoyed reading the book. I realize it’s Mother’s Day, but Father’s Day is coming next month so this will give you time to read the book.  😉 

Peace my Friends! 


I’ve Struggled with Relationships Lately


We feel jaded when someone treats us poorly.


We are furious when someone acts different than we think they should.


We pull away from those who have hurt us because it makes sense to protect ourselves.


We carry life-long grudges for minor disagreements.


We attempt to control and manipulate those around us.


We desperately seek genuine love from others even though we’re disingenuous.


We were hurt, broken, used, abused, traumatized, betrayed, and nearly shattered.


And, yet, we continue to push forward, timidly trusting the motto Love Wins.



Last week, I spent two full days in training for my next profession. I took part in The Gottman Institute’s Level 1 Clinical Training: Gottman Method Couples Therapy. I’ve read several John Gottman books in the past and gained a lot of insight so I was sure the training would be well worth my time and money. Throughout the two days, my mind kept wandering to so many people that are struggling relationally. So many of us have issues with either our mates, our families, our friends, or our coworkers. Relationship issues are at the core of nearly every emotional difficulty we experience.



For the better part of two decades, I have been reading and studying most anything I could get my hands on. My studies generally encompassed human developmental topics like self-help, religion, philosophy, writing, and relationships. Because of my thirst for knowledge, I strive to learn as much as I can for my own sake—not because I want to have all the right answers, be the smartest, or prove people wrong—I genuinely love learning and growing.

With all that knowledge and experience, one would think I have a pretty good handle on what it takes to have good relationships. Often when someone is having relationship issues, it seems like human nature to instantly blame the other party or disregard your own shortcomings. That wasn’t where my thoughts went. Instead, as I went through the training last weekend, I kept being reminded of ways I fall short.



So. . .

Anytime I’m wrestling with something, I find it most useful to write about it; so, in the spirit of self-disclosure, this was the outcome:



You struggle with relationships!



You struggle with women. Somewhere along the way, something was shattered in you. Somehow you consistently attempt to be man enough for a woman but fail miserably. A marriage dashed on the rocks, one on the ropes, and multiple shipwrecks in-between. You’re smart enough to know it’s more than just picking the right one and crossing your fingers (or holding your breath).

You have uncertainties you take to a woman and then punish her when she’s helpless to answer them. When things get difficult, you bow and try to sneak backstage, away from the bright lights and scrutinizing eyes. When it’s your turn to speak your lines, something in you detests having to play the part. You’re perfectly fine saying your lines inside your head thank-you-very-much. It seems like a fine approach, but the audience and other cast members are left guessing what you think, how you feel, why you’re mute. They know your lines, they could say them for you, but they are supposed to come from your lips just like you rehearsed so many times. Say them!



You struggle with family. You have so many relationships with one foot out the door and the other on a banana peel. Each of your family members would love to talk to you and you could benefit from their relationships. Why do you withdraw, bow out, keep quiet? Some of them could use some support, a listening ear, a friendly hello. What holds you back? How do you expect them to get to know you better if you don’t communicate with them? How might they explain to you their perspectives on life, love, and happily-ever-after if never given the chance?



You struggle with friends. So many times, friends have fallen by the wayside because you allowed the friendship to wither and die. As soon as the friendship required something significant from you, you crawled back into your shell. Your fear of being wholly known for who you truly are keeps you silent. Life is messy, relationships are messy, love is messy, feelings are messy, emotions are messy, being close friends with others may get messy. Don’t shrink. Take the risk of being authentic. Say what you mean and share your experience with others.



You struggle with being a father. Remember when you were growing up and you had no idea about life and what to expect out of it? You simply did the best you could. You did what you thought was right whether it was right or not. You faked it til you made it. Guess what, you have a million life experiences your children could learn from. Tell them. Speak up. Start talking and keep talking. The best decisions are always made when we have the most information. Why would you not give them all the information you possibly could? Just because you had to figure everything out on your own doesn’t mean they should. Tell them stories every chance you get—you won’t regret it and neither will they!



Just because you struggle doesn’t mean you’re a failure. Practice makes perfect. Being authentic isn’t always the easy option but it is the right one for you. If anyone can turn these struggles into triumphs, it’s you! “To be nobody-but-yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody but yourself—means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight—and never stop fighting.” E.E. Cummings


I would like to share more about the Couples Therapy training but I’ll save that for another day. In the meantime, I want you to know that if you struggle with any relationships, you are not alone. I fully support and acknowledge your desire for love and belonging.






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Gone,  But Not Forgotten… 


I was listening to something–a book on Audible, a podcast, NPR–something. Then I heard the common phrase Gone, but not Forgotten

Then they turned it around and said Forgotten, but not Gone

I instantly shut the audio off and began reminiscing about wounds I’ve forgotten, but are never truly gone. Just because I’ve chosen to deny them, ignore them, bury them, or eat them away; doesn’t mean they are gone. 

Forgotten, sure. But not gone???

Forgotten by my brain in the present moment, maybe, but my body keeps the score. My childhood wounds can be pushed so deep that they only surface in my conscious mind when I least expect them. 

The five senses are a blessing and a curse all at the same time. Scents, sights, sounds, feelings, flavors, landscapes, dirt roads, freshly plowed fields, movies, songs, books…… 

Forgotten, but not Gone

I finished another class tonight on my way to a counseling degree. All the reading and learning I am engrossed in moves me deeply. I am humbled to be in a position to help others with their wounds. I am humbled to sit with another and delicately unpack those difficult memories  that have been strategically shoved to the depths of their consciousness. 

And yet, they bubble up, when we least expect. 

Our minds may have moved on. We may have been told to suck it up, get over it, forget about it, turn it over to God, let it go, or simply deny it ever happened. But guess what, it’s still there! 

Forgotten, but not Gone

My wounds are real, and they affect me still. I’m more gentle with myself than I used to be. I’m patient with that little boy still asking a million questions inside me. I assure him we’ll  figure this all out together, he’s not alone, and his questions and genuine curiosity are always cherished and always welcomed. 

Life has a funny way of helping us work through our difficulties. Just when you think you’ve outsmarted your wounds, they tap you on the shoulder when you least expect it and demand to be dealt with. It may be scary–and it may feel like it will split you in two–but I promise you there is freedom on the other side of your healing. 

Forgotten, but not Gone

Peace my Friends! 



I’ve  had this sense that something wanted to come out of me for a while now. And, yet, there have been so many distractions lately. So when the Universe woke me up this morning out of a dead sleep at 4:10 and I instantly had the thought I should go write; I instantly jumped out of bed. I am not a jump-right-out-of-bed kind of guy, though. So I suspect something larger than myself is trying to be born.

I have been blown away recently by The Surrender Experiment by Michael A. Singer. His story is one example of extraordinary event after another happening to him. He surrounded his life with amazing people as a result of simply listening to the Universe and ignoring the voice inside his head. He started with simple meditation then realized the harmful affect the voice inside his head had on him. So, he became addicted to meditating and drowning out that voice as much as possible. Instead, he agreed to surrender to the natural flow of life and anything the Universe presented to him. Even though the voice inside his head may be screaming all kinds of objections, if life presented him with an opportunity, he surrendered and said yes. What an amazing way to live!

If we truly grasped our greatness and could wholly grasp that we are not in control, we would be so much further ahead. If only we could grasp that the same power that hangs each star and planet in its perfect place is residing inside us, too. This is the same greatness that poured out of Gandhi, Jesus, the Buddha, Mahammad Ali, and Lao Tzu. We can tap into this power of the universe any minute of any day. Yet we dismiss it because we don’t believe the greatness that other people have is in us too.

Some of us have had glimpses of this greatness but our lives are so busy that the still small voice gets drowned out by everything we assume is more important. When a voice inside Ali told him he was the greatest of all time, where did he get the audacity to believe it? That same power has tapped me on the shoulder and called me to write. Who am I to say no?

We assume our greatness is supposed to look a certain way, or sell a certain amount, or wind up in the hands of Oprah. But what if all our greatness is asking of us is to show up and surrender? What if greatness is less about power and control; and more about acceptance and surrender? What if greatness simply means being fully present in every moment? What if greatness is waking at 4:10 and listening to the deepest part of my being?

We have been conditioned to be distracted. The world will throw anything and everything our way to get us to take the bait. If the outside world can sidetrack us with enough stimuli, then our greatness will never come to fruition. Greatness comes as a faint whisper in the present moment that we can only hear when we’re not sidetracked by the world. The world throws everything but the kitchen sink at us to grab our attention; and just in case that’s not enough, we have what seems like a computer virus planted in our brain to wreak havoc from the inside as well.

You would think greatness would be all up in our face demanding we listen like a drill sergeant at boot camp. Instead, greatness is like that rare flower that blooms through the tiniest of cracks in the middle of a paved parking lot.

Greatness is not defiance or disobedience—yet it can be.

Greatness is not brute strength and force—yet it could be.

Greatness is not a demanding bully that barks orders at fretful followers. Greatness does not rule with fear. Instead, greatness is knowing deep in your bones that peace be still even while the storm is throwing your ship around like a ragdoll.

Greatness is shutting off the TV, turning off your phone, quieting your mind, and going inside yourself past the psyche that never shuts up.

Greatness is like water. It simply flows wherever it’s supposed to. Water can be calm and peaceful, or it can be violent and destructive. Water surrenders to whatever the moment is asking of it. Water is the perfect example of going with the flow.

What if we listened to the still small voice of our greatness? What if we dared to believe we were destined for more than just paying the bills?

We all have greatness in us. We all have the ability to change the world for the better. We all can tap into the same power that unceasingly burns at the core of the sun.

Greatness is surrender.

Surrender to life.



Be aware.

Quiet your mind.

Get to know the you that is the one who observes your life unfolding—the you that is behind your thoughts. The you at the core of your being.

Take away all the noise. Ignore every distraction. Disregard every temptation to get pulled into drama. Calm the monkey mind that jumps from topic to topic desperately trying to steal your attention.

Greatness is in you! Greatness is in me. It’s there for the taking but it’s a no-gimmicks, no-marketing, no-frills, no-bullshit, no-authority, no-religion, no-sales pitch or three-easy-steps kind of approach. Greatness is this moment. It’s only now! The power is there, greatness is there. It’s right behind the noise and distractions.

Greatness wakes you from a deep sleep at 4:10 and whispers “Come spend some time with me. Let’s see what we can create together.”

Greatness is consistently showing up moment after moment. Greatness is awareness. Greatness is paying attention. Greatness is surrendering to the mysterious flow of life—wherever that takes me. 

Peace my friends!