I have received some heartbreaking messages lately and a few reminded me of my own darkness. I wrote the following poem when I was certain my life would end at the barrel of a gun pointed by myself. Faith seemed like a joke. I didn’t realize it then, but the struggle…
When I speak, we take a journey. Almost regardless of the event and the title of my talk, it will be a journey of identity and purpose. A journey whose path will include a cold, hard look in the mirror. As we roll towards the end of the talk, the hammer begins…
The spirit of dreaming, a short tale: We are down to our last drop of water and the desert floor is a furnace beneath our feet. We’ve been traveling together for weeks, encouraging each other, lifting each other, fighting the growing desire to quit and succumb to nature. Together, we keep…
I get messages like the following and they floor me. Every time. I wrote the poem this young man references when I could barely leave my bedroom and was completely consumed by pain, anger, and despair. At it’s worse, PTSD makes you feel like garbage. The idea that I’d soon…
When I’m yearning to feel the proverbial happy, joyous, and free; I think of this picture. It reminds me of the angel within us all. It is the real Michelangelo’s Angel. I took it when my oldest son was 4 and he was absolutely wide-eyed, in the moment, enjoying the…
“God is not done with me yet!” I am blessed by the many people who reach out to me from across the world. They constantly remind me of the humanity we share, and the many ways life can break us. But more importantly, they remind me that regardless of the…
