I was fortunate enough to sit down recently to interview Ken Wapnick again while attending a workshop at the Foundation for a Course in Miracles (FACIM) in Temecula, California. I felt more than ever the radiance of Ken’s unwavering faith in an innocence that includes everyone and everything, even this mess of a Course student. […]
What have you saved to settle by yourself?
I sat at my computer anxiously awaiting my appearance as a guest speaker at ACIM Gather; an online radio broadcast service for A Course in Miracles students and teachers. I had assembled my magic props: chamomile tea, an assortment of flower essences, a lump of obsidian to help ground me, and a really expensive cream […]
Boot Camp? Not …
You Gotta Wear Shades
“I would just–for once in my life–like to have a little direct experience of God, is that too much to ask? A little preview of our Father’s Love, my real, capital S Self, eternal wholeness, boundless, all-inclusive creativity and all that …” I hesitated, considering my present company. “Jazz,” I said. My imaginary Jesus continued […]
What Is Forgiveness?
“An unforgiving thought does many things. In frantic action it pursues its goal, twisting and overturning what it sees as interfering with its chosen path. Distortion is its purpose, and the means by which it would accomplish it as well. It sets about its furious attempts to smash reality without concern for anything that would […]
Lean on me
Lean on me, when you’re not strong And I’ll be your friend I’ll help you carry on For it won’t be long ‘Til I’m gonna need Somebody to lean on -Bill Withers “So self-reliant,” they would say. Parents, aunts, uncles, neighbors, and teachers; referring to the way I seemed to have entered this world so […]
Be you in charge
Forget this book: well; maybe tomorrow
Objects in mirror are closer than they appear
A couple years ago I had an epiphany of sorts while contemplating the recurring, ever-strengthening urge to begin formally teaching A Course in Miracles classes versus my colossal resistance to that preposterous idea. Since adolescence I had been seemingly crippled with a debilitating fear not only of speaking in public but of being the center […]
I need do nothing
Perhaps inspired by sudden-onset spring weather—a harbinger of impending outdoor family celebrations–people were flipping each other off en masse in the parking lot at Costco as if responding to an invisible choreographer as we ventured in to order a graduation cake. Clinging to our over-sized, bumper car-like cart as we navigated the crowded warehouse aisles, my daughter burst into tears over a classmate’s apparent texted attempt to deliberately exclude her. Again.