Just two: For the both of you, my sons. My precious and beautiful sons, I shed two tears this morning. Just two. For the both of you. I still feel the wetness of each droplet, one on the left cheek and one on the right. …

It only takes a moment of mindfulness. — Recently, I needed to revisit this end-November blossoming pink rose in my phone pics. I was late and rushing to an appointment when its presence hijacked me. In stopping to capture a photo, I thought about how resilient we all are — more so than we realize. Amid the cooler…

Limitlessly — Good morning my precious sons. I Love You So Much (ILYSM). I wear my love for you on my back and in my heart, mind, soul, spirit, and every fiber of my being. Recently, I saw a coworker wearing this jacket and was captivated. For the first time in my…

Dealing with change, status quo, and everything in between. — Change happens to all of us, every moment of each day. We often do not recognize change unless it is a significant event. Getting a new job, a job loss, severe illness, getting better, marriage, births, deaths, and so on are the events we all associate with change. Change happens…

A poem about the desolation and desperation many feel — Furiously frenzied feet fleet to and fro from the crowded loneliness, they feel suffocating in air heavy and cramped with desolation and despair. Wanting to breathe, feet keep running desperately searching for ventilation tanks lingering only when perchance encountering another trotting pair frantic with fear. In the moment of stillness…

Others’ views might shed powerful light — This morning, I took a few minutes to talk with someone. I wanted to apologize for disappointing them. At least, I felt that I had let them down. In conversation, I realized they had not perceived what I had experienced, and if they did, they were too gracious to be…

In a busy life, we must look inward for solitude, sense, and serenity. — As this holiday season gets into full swing, I find myself saddened by shows of merriment and joy. I wonder if people are really experiencing what their countenances exhibit. Or is it all a façade? Were I able to peer into their eyes and travel inward, I am sure I…

To love ourselves — When what exists does not work, we have only one option. Change ourselves. Clear minds’ canvases of what others have and have not done. To change ourselves. Liberate our vision to prospects within. Let imaginations embark. Brush, stroke ONE. Start changing ourselves. Paintbrush? Technique? Conforming matters not. …

Everything Else Comes in Second — Over the last 30 days, I have been running an informal sleep experiment on myself. I committed to getting no less than 7.5 hours of sleep per night and allotted 8.5 hours in bed to ensure it happened. I made this self-agreement as I was moving into a new work-college-all…