Kids remind me why God is a fisherman.
It happened this past weekend on our dock.
Connor, age 10, jumped with glee when the large fish hit the line.
“It’s a jumbo!” shouted his 8 year old brother Benjamin.
“I wanna catch a fish!” yelled 5 year old Harry.
The boys saw something we should see everyday.
Continue Reading “How you know God is a fisherman” Whatever hole or pit you’re in is not permanent.
Unless you want to stay there.
And many folks do.
The deeper the hole, the more resistance there is.
But, anyone can climb out if they open three hatches.
Continue Reading “Blow Out of Your Hole Through These Escape Hatches” My wake-up call reversed my happiness in one split-second.
On a routine afternoon in February 2019, my nervous system shorted out like Daffy Duck.
Neuropathy lit me up like a fireworks show.
Never felt nerve pain like that before.
And it kept going with no end in sight.
I told myself the same thing Daffy did.
“I should have known . . .”
I should have known that when you overload the body, it breaks down.
Two years of wandering through a jungle of nerve pain led to three discoveries about health and happiness.
Continue Reading “Boost Your Wake-up Call to a Happier Life” Simplify and free up your life in three minutes.
That’s how long it takes to catch three treasures from this parable.
Standing on a pier in Akumal last week, I thought about Heinrich Boll’s 1963 tale of a Mexican fisherman.
Continue Reading “How to Simplify Your Life in Three Minutes” Ernest Hemingway’s depression shines a light on hope.
Not from the path he took. But, the path he ignored.
On October 6, 1958, Ernest drove toward the site of his eventual suicide.
What he really wanted was a stiff drink.
So, he finds a bar in Sheridan, Wyoming.
Another patron says, “Look who thinks he’s Hemingway.”
Ernest wondered the same thing, tormented by . . .
His mantra, “Above all, endure,” wasn’t working.
Continue Reading “Hemingway’s Depression Lights Up a Detour to Hope”