Young couple standing on the sun-lit beach, their hands together with arms held straight up, lips touching in a soft kiss, the ocean caressing their ankles - a perfect moment.

The jungle is a jumble of vines - some high above the path stretching across to grasp something on the other side - the perfect highway for white-faced monkeys. Other vines wrap around towering, gnarled trunks adorned in ivy-esque attire so thick in places that the trunk hides within it. Others hang down, waiting for Tar...

Sitting on a hillside in Ciudad Colon, Costa Rica, I look past the violet, yellow, and green homes with their red tile roofs to the pretty little town nestled in this verdant valley of hills/mountains.  Through the palms and tree leaves swaying in the brisk morning breeze, I see a peaceful blue sky with light, friendly white clouds that join their siblings until they form a solid gray mass at the mountain peaks – not a threatening, rain-bearing mass but rather a subdued gathering of chalk d...

I sat on the beach today in Ft. Lauderdale and watched the sun rise.  Well, actually, I watched it being revealed.  How is it that something as powerful as the sun can be almost completely masked by smoky black clouds that are nothing but water vapor?  I’ve never sat still long enough to watch the rising sun play Peek-a-Boo with a cloud bank from the time when Sol is barely noticeable to the inevitable conclusion of the game when even my Ray-Bans offer insufficient protection for direct...

I have chosen to come live in Johannesburg, described as the crime capitol of the world, for a period of 3 months or more.  I have now been here just over a month and this morning I became part of the crime statistics. 

Sitting in the front garden over breakfast and reading the daily lesson of The Course in Miracles, Louise Broomberg and I were relieved of her cell phone and my wallet and pocket knife by three young men who simply walked through the front gate, which we had inadvisedly le...

It truly is amazing how Life works.  Having just published my book describing how following Spirit works vis-à-vis a journey that I took when I was 28 years old, here I am doing the same thing again at 65.  Déjà vu! 

As described in my previous blog post, I left Sunrise Ranch towards the end of Feb without having a real solid idea of what was next for me.  Since then, I have “moved” to Florida (that’s in quotes because I’ve established legal residency in my brother’s Ft. Laud...

I’ve always wanted to have a burning bush, a bolt of lightning, or, at the very least, parting clouds and the unmistakable voice of God thundering down from Heaven telling me clearly what to do. So far, no luck.

But that doesn’t mean that I haven’t experienced clear guidance in my life. In fact, I’ve dedicated a good portion of my life to following Spirit. Not just any spirit, mind you. I mean, it’s pretty easy to follow the spirit of lust, the spirit of greed, the spirit...