In these modern times it is hard to stay connected to what really matters. To stay balanced. To find your place, your stability. We are assaulted with information. Overstimulated by external demands telling us who to be, how to be, what to want, who to want, what to expect of ourselves and others. And the expectations shift every moment. We’re kept on our toes. Backpedaling. If we don’t realize what is going on we never step out of the way of the freight train of stimulus tha

Being an entrepreneur sounds like a lot of fun. You get to set your schedule. You get to do what you love. You get to decide how much you want to get paid. Hell, you get to decide when, or IF, you want to get out of bed, right? Well, if you’re reading this than I’m pretty sure you and I both know that’s a bunch of bullshit! Being an entrepreneur takes a lot of work. It takes dedication. It takes the determination to know what you have to do and how to get it done in the best

…it moves all by itself. There is an obsession with doing in our culture. One that gets under the skin of most people, and demands that they occupy every waking second of their day doing something that may somehow someway someday lead to something. This way of living gets slapped with labels like “productivity,” “efficiency,” “determination,” “accomplishment,” the list goes on… If you’re not doing something you’re not justifying your existence. Essentially, that’s what is

Last weekend I had the powerful experience of attending a grief ritual led by Francis Weller. It was an experience that has moved me in many ways. Many of which I am sure will continue to surface over the next few days, weeks, months. There is something unspoken that happens when people come together as a community to express, or what Martin Prechtel calls “metabolize,” our individual and collective sorrows. It is unspoken though many attempt to put words on it, to give n

"The mind is a wonderful servant, but a terrible master.” - Robin S. Sharma The first time I heard a berimbau chills ran through me from head to toe. A sense of overwhelming emotion rose into my chest. For some inexplicable reason my eyes welled up with tears. It was a call that reverberated in the fibers of my body. The high-toned trill of the Brazilian instrument struck a chord in me that I can hardly describe. This moment shaped the next decade of my life. There is an

One of the things that I’ve noticed over the course of my work is that men are afraid of stepping out of conventional ideas of strength and into the fire of their own wounds. It is a bit ironic, actually. To do deep psychological and spiritual work takes a lot of courage. Definitely much more courage than pretending that nothing fazes you. But our social structure has for generations taught men that the only appropriate outward display of emotion is anger, if even that. I