Here is everything I started out with on my around the world trip. It ended before expected, didn't do as planned, and was better than expected and not as good as planned. The wool socks wore out. I lost

Yeah, came back to reminisce about my trip and there are ads on what I thought was my page. Ads I have nothing to do with, don’t like, and it doesn’t look like I’m getting paid? What’s changed

I feel as though I exist in a gentle turbulence today, as though deep underneath the sea and I’m being tossed around by confused currents. I sat in my car, closed my eyes, and went into my daily practice,

I meditated with my mother again today. It was a challenge. In my continuing effort to improve her breathing and thus lose her puttering cough, I instructed her to focus only on her inhalation and exhalations.

It’s been less than three weeks since I committed to meditating at least once a day. I began to notice benefits within the first week. Whether those benefits came out of placebo-like expectations or not,

I increased my meditation session in length by four minutes today, twenty-five minutes total of blowing thoughts away like leaves. A neighbor was using his leaf blow to pile leaves. Like other factors

After only a couple weeks, I’m now excited to meditate. I missed it yesterday and felt something was missing. I added a minute more onto my meditation today. It was 21 minutes, and it went by faster than

I was struck today by how much difficulty I was having clearing my mind of a particular train of thought. It was a trivial train filled with thoughts of the Netflix show Haunting of Hillhouse. I watch

I listened to an interview with James Dyson, the inventor of the Dyson Vacuum, Dyson Fan, Dyson Hand dryer, etc. He remembered the exact number of vacuum cleaner prototypes he made that didn’t work before

MEDITATION AFTER THOUGHTS I’m about two weeks into my efforts. It’s been sporadic. I’ve missed somedays and my sessions were under ten minutes in my first few attempts. I was working my way up to twenty

I discovered Jon Kwik of Kwik Learning yesterday. You can find his presentations and interviews on YouTube. Something that is sticking with me, and that I’ve heard in the past but is only now resonating

I took this pic in the Summer of 2015, so much has happened since then, and so much hasn’t. I was driving up the PCH, all the way to Olympic National Park. These are take from my car window in Northern

Just sick of starting over

Isn’t it? When you really think about it. I am me, yet I can’t control me? Then who is doing the controlling? It’s like we’re souls driving spaceships. The ship is the hardware, and the onboard computer

I saw some great friends and had some great times. Thankful to all those who hosted me. Now I’m planning and preparing for the next stage of this long strange trip called life (the last six words of that

Five minutes before I took this it was a hundred times cooler. Nothing can stay gold Pony Boy. Today is 10/19/18.

Took a drive out west

CYCLES CHAPTER 8 I woke at the crack of dawn; no bears, bums, or park rangers had come by to attack or ticket us. I was unreasonably nervous. I felt like a child who didn’t want to get in trouble, I was

CYCLES CHAPTER 7: The Ferry ride was windy. I took a picture of Matt leaning into the wind on the deck. We rode from the southern tip of the island to our campground somewhere further north. It was in

CYCLES CHAPTER 6 Big Red grinned at us like we were old friends, “Well, if it ain’t Bo and Luke Duke and their trusty General Lee!” Granted, he got Pamela Lee confused with the car from the Dukes of Hazard,