What if Buddha had been a mom? What if Jesus had been a father? Would spiritual mastery look more like you and me?
When I was a small boy my dad left the family … he came back just often enough to rub salt in the wounds he had cut in our hearts.
Whom do you trust? Whose hand do you squeeze when you are scared? Are you ever even allowed to be scared?
Everywhere you go, let your rockstar heart shine and find a way to meet the world where they’re at, and share the greatness that lives in your heart.
What I learned from the monks at the Shaolin Temple – the art of balancing the qualities of warrior and monk in our lives.
Today, as we remember 9/11 I want to share this chapter from my book which invites us to consider another perspective on how we memorialize war.