Zen and The Art of Powerlifting.
To keep the body in good health is a duty, otherwise we shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear. -Buddha- I wrap my hands around the iron bar. The knurling digs into my palms and I squeeze...
View ArticleDon’t Force The Moment.
I watch the rain come down slowly, like wet gossamer sheets. Rain drops kiss flower petals that bounce back up like cymbals on a drum set. Soft purple pulp, filled with new life and color—so fragile...
View ArticleThe Five Precepts of Parenting.
As Brynn and I trudged through the metroparks today, I became enraptured within the welcoming silence and beauty of the snow covered forest. As I stood in awe I noticed a shared silence. My three year...
View ArticleDad, I’ve Been Cutting Myself.
The ultimate truth is beyond words. Doctrines are words, they are not the way. Bodhidharma I roll over in bed as the pitter patter of tiny feet wake me up. I hear a rustling, the sliding door open, the...
View ArticleSnot and Zazen.
“Daaaaaaddy!” It’s 2.a.m and her crying rouses me from much needed sleep. I rush up the stairs and open her door. “Daddy..” Her cry has turned into a whimper. She snorts, trying to breathe through a...
View ArticleDharma Dad and The First Day of School.
Brynn holds up the picture in front of her, it’s caption reads, “Brynn’s first day at preschool, Sept 9th, 2015.” I snap a picture of her dimpled and smiling face and auburn curls. As soon as I am...
View ArticleSaying Goodbye. A Child’s First Heartbreak.
They climb in the car and slowly back out of their driveway. Brynn and I stand at the edge of ours, as she tightly clenches my hand and tears run down her face. We wave and cry as her very first...
View ArticleDeciphering The Teenage Girl: A Dad’s Struggle
Meh eh IDK ? whatever Having a conversation with a teenage girl is like having a conversation with a neanderthal. You just try and decipher the grunts and facial cues and hope they don’t bite your head...
View ArticleSit With Me: A Friendship
The weather is perfect. It’s one of those days where everything seems just right—the temperature, the breeze, the fall leaves making that soft wooshing sound, like waves in the sky. I close my eyes and...
View ArticleMy Four Year Old Guru.
“BELLY BUTTON!” My daughter stands on the ottoman, shirt pulled up over her head and pointing at her tummy, screaming, “Belly button!” I don’t know why, but these two words and that tiny indent or...
View ArticleYou Left Me: When Their Words Hurt.
“I don’t like you anymore,” she says, her lip quivering. “You’re not my daddy.” I look down at her blue eyes and the pain of her comments feels like a boot heel to the gut. I am caught reeling. Tears...
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