“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 […]
I don’t want to grow up, but …
Wag more, bark less
(Just back from a vacation with my family and posting this excerpt from my first essay collection, Extraordinary Ordinary Forgiveness, about practicing the Course’s extraordinary forgiveness in ordinary life. Hope to get back to my more regular posting schedule soon.) My little dog Kayleigh spends a lot of time peering out our side glass door […]
Dust in the wind
“Have I mentioned I have a special hate relationship with wind?” I asked, hitting the pause button on the remote. My imaginary inner teacher and I sat on the couch watching the weather report on the evening news, my little dog Kayleigh coiled in her bed with her ping-pong ball, snoring away before the gas […]
Holy Spirit AWOL
Just back from attending the week-long academy class at the Foundation for A Course in Miracles in Temecula, California, a truly transcendent, mind-healing-for-all experience I am still processing. The inspiring staff presentations have truly deepened my commitment to, and understanding of, how to live this path. (I’ll report more on this in future posts.) For […]
Fear of redemption
I sat cross-legged on a cushioned chair in the darkened, candle-lit room of the little drop-in neighborhood meditation center I’ve begun frequenting, alone again with the vast depth of my resistance to doing what this Course says, the busyness of my robotically wandering mind. The bamboo-sheltered fountain gurgled. The white noise of an overhead fan […]
Hooray for Hollywood Redux
(Here’s another excerpt from my recently published book of forgiveness essays, Forgiveness Offers Everything I Want. Hope you enjoy!) In the middle of a winning performance with one of my costars the other day the ego apparently hacked into the script. “You always …” “I can’t believe you …” “How could you …” Her accusations […]