I have a certain mode of being that I think of as now-walking. It’s when I’m deeply in the unknown and just stepping through, moment to moment. This phase of being usually kicks in during crisis. “Bad news” unhinges me and my expectations about the world fall apart. I step into the moment because I don’t trust the future—and sometimes not even the past. Lately, though, the now-walking/not-knowing mode … Continue reading Discern the Whisper
When I was sixteen years old, my family physician noticed that my back was curved. A specialist later confirmed that I had scoliosis. Within a few years, the imbalance led to a devastating injury in my lower back that left me in chronic pain. I spent much of my twenties crying myself to sleep as the pain was worse at night. Since Western medicine couldn’t … Continue reading The Story of My Spine
There is a chapter in Roald Dahl’s Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (which Cary and I listen to all the time) that perfectly illustrates the key requirements of miracle creation. It’s when Charlie finds the Golden Ticket. First requirement: Giving up. By the time Charlie’s miracle occurs, he has thoroughly given up. His birthday bar of chocolate wasn’t a winner and neither was the bar … Continue reading Quantum Charlie
The other day, I helped a woman whose toe had been broken in a car accident. The doctors told her that it was a bad break in a tough place and that it might require surgery and pins. They sent her home with a boot and told her that they would reassess it in a week to see how it had healed. I happened to call … Continue reading Heal Toe
My eighteen-month-old son, Cary, tends to be exuberant in his enthusiasms. When he says, ‘No,’ his whole body and head shake. He doesn’t just chatter; he often shriek-talks. He says “I love you” by head-butting you, hard. During the last fourth of July weekend, at a party at my in-laws, I was sitting at Cary-level when he correctly responded to his aunt’s request for a high five. … Continue reading Unbroken Nose
