There in the asylum, he forgot

For my dad. There, in the asylum of dementia, he forgot. The meaning of suffering. The toll his life had taken on him. And on everyone he once professed To love. And hate. He lived for this moment. Only. Not by choice. By chance. That's all he had left. The disease had swept clean the …

The Grail Castle (reprise)

[Note: Originally posted in a stuck-in-the-mud blog on August 28, 2011. I love the photo and the sentiment.] The thought that came to me in meditation today: Lead with your spiritual life. Something has to be first. Retreat into your spiritual home: the Grail Castle as Joseph Campbell described it. There nurture your spirit, the …

I procrastinate. Or, rather, I used to.

I launched this site in April 2014. Yes. Three years ago. Three. Since then, nothing. My fellow procrastinators may resonate with this. I thought I had a great idea, but then I wasn't sure exactly how to proceed. What to write about in these posts. How often. Whether what I wrote would be mundane. Whether …