Several years ago, I was part of that Internet boom, when dot coms were making the world rich with juicy IPOs. I was an associate editor, writing about everything and loving every minute. There were many minutes too – long days of deadlines mingled with the delicious cacophony of artistic personalities working, playing and philosophizing. » » Continue reading
My phone rings. I pick up to that recorded female voice that informs me of wrong numbers, network errors and other cell phone issues. This time she says,
“Sorry you’re having trouble. Please try again later.”
Wow. She’s so right. » » Continue reading
That’s the first reminder that comes up on my phone everyday.
It hits somewhere between rolling out of bed and figuring out breakfast. By that time, my mind has made several attempts to plan my day.
Most times, it has informed me that not everything I want to get done will get done, and I need to start panicking. » » Continue reading
For many people, one of the biggest problems with meditation is finding the time. Who has an extra 30 minutes a day to sit and desperately attempt to quiet the mind? It takes serious discipline to make that a practice, especially when piled on top of work and exercise and foraging for the next meal and relating with people and cleaning the house and everything else. » » Continue reading