On Prayer

I pray. I prayed as a child. As a good, young Catholic school boy. Not as "fervently" and "piously" as my classmates evidently believed I did given my extreme quietness (maybe not "shyness," but quietness, out of fear of... Or, maybe, just out of "fear") and the fact that I shared a first name with … Continue reading On Prayer →

Consigliere

If I was a consigliere, I would be a "war-time" consigliere because that is what I am... To my own soul.

On Prayer and Silence

Prayer does not need to be a "spoken" word, either externally, placed outside of us in either spoken or written form, or internally, spoken within us in our own hearts and minds. And when I write, here, of "prayer," I am intending, also, to mean meditation. Prayer need not take on "tangible" form in terms … Continue reading On Prayer and Silence →

(Shh.)

If God had a tagline, what would it be?

“Advanced Recovery”

My breakdown didn't really happen. It is all a lie. I have been lying to you all this whole time. And my family. And the orderlies, psychiatrists, and other personnel in the hospital who strapped me to the hospital bed during my second hospitalization (with pee-cup, and all) so that I would not, once again, … Continue reading “Advanced Recovery” →

On Confronting Fear

Please see.

Fear, redux

The only fear I have right now is the fear of not having enough to say, which is the same as being silent, which is the same as being dead. But, then again, even "silence" can be a form of communication, such as when

Shh.

If humans had taglines, what would yours be? Shh.

“Into the Woods”

The thought of dying, alone, in the woods, in the midst of my breakdown, evidently, did not scare me, but the thought of dying alone, lost and afraid, in the years since the breakdown, has. I was never alone. And, I am not alone. And neither are you. We are here, all of US, together … Continue reading “Into the Woods” →

Shh.

What are the most important things needed to live a good life? Shh.