Your mind can be a powerful and splendid ally. It can be a motivator, a planner and a supreme puzzle solver. But it’s not necessarily your friend. I was in the grocery store when I passed the ice cream section. I saw boxes of chocolate ice cream bars covered with dark...
I was in my home, sitting on a chair, facing a lovely woman, I’ll call her Ellen, whose healer friend had introduced us. She had been HIV positive for many years and she had nearly died. Back in the eighties when she contracted the virus, there was only one...
I was a hippie during the early seventies.Well, somewhat. I didn’t live in a commune. I didn’t take acid every day. Only once in a while. But I was a member of the Vietnam War resistance. We made signs and chanted, “Hell no, we won’t go.” And “Make Love, Not War.” In...
It was 1988 and a friend of mine, Michael, was in the hospital. He had been diagnosed with AIDS and back then, it meant that he wouldn’t be here for much longer. There were no cocktails tofight the virus and the only drug available was reportedly killing people at the...
My mother had a firm opinion about therapy. It was for the weak-minded. She was a member of “the bootstrap generation.” Instead of talking things through, you pulled yourself up by the bootstraps and moved on. You swallowed your feelings and kept busy. Sufferingin...
When in Doubt, Just Listen Last Tuesday afternoon, my friend Michael and I were finishing a four mile walk. I felt really good but when I was approaching my car, the window on the passenger side had been shattered. It looked like someone had struck it with a hammer....
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