A Split Second of Reality

Walking down a street of an exclusive subdivision, one characterized by a high sense of security among its residents as exhibited by unlocked gates and several non-gated houses, I see from the distance a young boy. He seemed to have been sent to the supermarket, judging by the pack of canned goods that he held in his left hand. On his other hand was something black that looked of no interest to me at first glance. Only as he raised his hand and pointed it at my direction did I realize, it was a gun. I heard no shot but he seemed content as he lowered his hand and entered his home. 


The Reason

What is the reason that I do what I do?

I live for those moments when one simple answer can change the perspective of another person.

I live for those moments when a person comes up to me to sign a book just because I was the one there when she decided to take on a new direction.

I live for those moments when I hear a student say that she will commit to the process and continue to show up until she no longer qualifies in the age restriction.

I live for those moments when I hear people speak the truth of their dreams.

I live for those moments when people seek the non-judgmental presence of another.

I live for those moments when one question can make a life-changing difference.

What do you live for?

​Have we ever thought of why we cannot have all the answers? Life could not be fully learned through cold words of another. Truth is not a black or white thing. There has to be a balance between structure and freedom. Between what is told and what is imagined. Between what is to be heard and to be experienced. Only then will an inner wisdom be nurtured. One that no one else will ever understand unless they themselves have already found.


I closed this year’s series of learning sessions by doing a review of things we are grateful for. As much as was possible for such faulty memories, everyone did their best to recount at least one thing they were grateful for per month of the past year. Some already struggled just reviewing November. By June, it was pretty hard for most to be specific in what they are grateful for.

How important is it to be grateful? There were times this year when we were so quick to bring down those who tried to shine a bit of light in the darkness of our world. For what is there to be happy about when humanity seems to be nearing its destruction?

Life appears to me right now as a dance between light and dark…with each dancer pouring meaning into the existence of the other. Both are equally important in completing the dance and perhaps only with great humility will we understand…


When you find yourself in a bit of hurry

Ask yourself, “Why all the worry?”

Life often likes to take its time

Even enjoys playing games with your mind

There will be mornings when you wake up

Feeling hollow inside like an empty cup

Yet life is a friend looking out for you

Asking only for you to be true

Speak Up

All of them, they had something to say. Look around! There are people dying! Who will speak for them? Who will protect them? Look at what you’ve done! Why is our world this way?

Yes, we are all concerned about the people around us…but are we really concerned about them or are we all just concerned about the implications that recent events have on us and our own safety? ‘Cause while people are being killed, what I hear are statements like “So anyone can just shout  and point that I’m a criminal and then I’ll get gunned down?” and “If worse comes to worst, I’ll leave.”

Don’t serve people when you’re not ready for it. They never asked you to do so anyway.

The fight was never about building a bright future for yourself. The fight is here and now. And it calls for you to love in ways greater than you’ll ever know.