You are the pilgrimage.  The pilgrimage is you.

You are the pilgrimage. The pilgrimage is you.

When you were born you joined a wagon train.  The train has been traveling for a long time and after you die it will continue moving. At night when you sleep, or during the day at moments of stillness, you…

The Virtuous life..

The Virtuous life..

When I first started running, I would measure my progress in driveways.  The first day, I made it two driveways from my own. Then three, then five. Then a full city block.  Then two. Eventually, miles and miles were easier…

where I belong…

where I belong…

My grandfather was a guy who some described as a deep well– a truth and wisdom seeker who found the deeper meanings in life. Others might have described him as bat shit crazy.. it all depends on your perspective I…