A rather insightful elderly friend said to me the other day “You like the ladies.”

It wasn’t a question.  😂😂😂

Guilty, but today there are only four women capable of pressing my buttons:

• My wife,
• Our daughter,
• My guru, and
• My martial arts instructor.

But Mom is always in the mix. I’m still seeking my deceased mother’s approval. Pathetic? IDK. True self-awareness is a prerequisite for lasting peace.

I write. It’s what I do. For me it’s simultaneously evocative and cathartic. Someone once said, “I write because I can’t not write.” Feel ya Pal.

The other day as I was writing the following, I had to use every ounce of strength I had to ride out [rather than stuff!!] a ten-minute torrent of grief:

“Maybe before I die I’ll feel like the kid my mom would have respected.”

 

Not even loved.

Thank God my guru introduced me to scream therapy and thankfully our neighbors didn’t call the cops! 💔😭

The experience was tremendously cathartic. I released some seriously deep-seated anger.

Until we know and love ourselves we can’t know true peace.

Meditate.

Find answers, faith and peace!

It’s simple – not easy.

God bless, Skip