“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.” ~ Jalal ad-Din Rumi

Nothing Gold Can Stay

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf,
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay.

~ Robert Frost


If… 2016 will be…

If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
~ Rudyard Kipling

“Abundance is a process of letting go; that which is empty can receive.”

– Bryant H. McGill


Happy ____ to you all!

~ On the walk over to the coffee shop where I came to write this, I got to thinking about the story of Jesus and his resurrection. The symbolism of rebirth is not a new concept. Although, I feel that unless it’s told in a way that’s dramatic like “rising from the dead” the essence of such a concept is lost on us. We rise from the death of our woken consciousness every morning and think nothing of it. Sure, if something really good is going on in our loves we may get out of bed with an extra skip in our step, but it’s when we feel the weight of the world on our shoulders that waking up in such a manner really counts. We seem to forget how amazing it really is to make it through the darkness of the night. Whether you take that metaphorically or literally depends on where you are in life, but is irrelevant. Everyday is an opportunity to change the path you’re on or solidify the place you’re in. This is nothing new and perhaps a concept that’s over used these days. You see Facebook posts by the hundreds posted daily, sharing similar ideologies, which is great as it’s a reflection of our collective consciousness embracing the Yin to our Yang. However, it’s one thing to speak of such philosophies and quite another to fully grasp them. Like anything in life, it takes years to master but only a moment to make that choice. The choice to rise from the dead when we are defeated, or to carry on when we are not. And that choice always comes from a place of love.

I saw this painting at a friend's house one night and the shadow spoke to me.

I saw this painting at a friend’s house one night and the shadow of the boat spoke to me.

What is love?

~ Love resides in the essence of who we are. Not in the person we think we might be or hope to be or used to be. But in the “be”ing of who we are in the present moment. Fleeting from minute to minute, constantly birthing in each moment we fight to hold on. Yet in the stillness of that moment, we find love. In the finite space between the infinite and nothingness, we find ourselves and thus tune into the truth of love within us. And only from there can we harness and share that one true essence and purity of love.

Happy Valentine’s day from my essence to yours.


I saw this heart on the frozen lake when I went back to Montreal this past Christmas.

Nothing special

~ Over the past year or so, I feel like I’ve exhausted myself with writing the blogs, the book and thousands of emails for work. I feel as if I’ve run out of things to say, or more precisely, ways to say them. Then “writers block” set in and took its hold on me. I struggled with my desire to express my thoughts during what I felt to be important checkpoints this past year. Dates such as December 21st 2012, Christmas, New years, my birthday, etc. I just couldn’t seem to commit to expressing anything. Then it dawned on me that my issue was feeling the need to come up with something special to say about each event. Ironically, I said nothing about any of them and January become the first month in 2 years that I did not post at least one blog. So in trying to break the cycle, I decided to say that I have nothing special to say. Which in itself becomes special as it acts as an ice breaker for my thoughts to start flowing again. Much like in life, we often stall when trying to start something because we think it has to be perfect from the get go, not realizing that the path to success is through the road of imperfection. It’s the mistakes that get us there, and is often times the most fun part.


I completely forget where I saw this heart, but here it is…


““He is his own best friend, and takes delight in privacy whereas the man of no virtue or ability is his own worst enemy and is afraid of solitude”

~ Aristotle

I don’t usually use my finger when putting this on, but rather dip my lips in it. After doing so, I saw this.