Prodigal People


If I’ve learned nothing from life, it’s that we never meet people by accident. There is purpose to every encounter. People come into and out of our lives all the time. Some of them stay and some of them move on. We meet some of them early in life who have parallel journeys to our own until a fork in the road send us in different directions as we write different stories – only to have the divergent paths come together again at the most unexpected of moments. A reunion of kindred souls is a very rare and precious gift.

The people in our lives are not random. The truth is, we meet people for a reason and everyone is either a blessing or a lesson. Those who aren’t permanent have something to teach us about ourselves that hasn’t been discovered yet. Those who never leave your side bless you in very soulful ways that bring out the very best in you.

Particularly special are those who start the journey with you, follow a different trajectory, and cross paths again with you later in life. Those people are both blessings AND lessons. Blessings because they played a hand in shaping who we would later become. Lessons because there are times in life when we lose our way or we fail to recall our best qualities. The prodigal people in our lives come back to re-ignite our passions and remind us of the divinity within ourselves.

I’ve recently had the honor and pleasures of such a chance reunion, and I am all the richer for it. Life is a beautiful story unfolding before us every day. Celebrate the blessings and lessons equally. We would all be very hollow without them.




Every morning begins in meditation. The process is like putting on armor for the day’s battle against my own impatience, inadequacy, resentment and hostility. It leads me to the stillness and serenity that awakens the best pieces of me.

For a short while there is a deep silence that has a melody of its own – a sweetness unknown amid the harsh discord of the World’s sounds. It is a sanctuary of my own making.

Meditation is not about mastery of the technique, but about letting go of control. I am liberated to venture in any direction I choose. Sky above me. Earth below me. Fire within me.



Every story has and end, but in life every end is a new beginning. I used to think that endings were mournful – they’re not. Endings are wildcards that life deals you when you’re lost. Play them well and at the right time, and you venture into a new and exciting direction.

Baptized in valor, I immerse myself in the waters that cleanse my wake and set a course for the next beginning. Today, I disembark from familiar harbors and sail to new ports of call. I’m not worried about getting lost. Truth is, if I never get lost, there’s a good chance I may never be found. Life is interesting..


praying at sunset

Meditation is my solace and my gateway to self-discovery. Every day it teaches me something that brings my experiences into perspective. Today, I learned that every adversity has been a test. I have been conditioned to survive. I’m a survivor because the fire inside me burns brighter than the fire around me. Another moment of clarity..



My spirit is wild and untamed whenever she calls to me. I walk the line between wholly enchanted and passionately intoxicated. Her song never fails to immerse me in the waters of Elysium where I am baptized in a rhapsody of whispers – completely surrendered.

I’ve come here to lose myself, but she relentlessly reveals my identity and teaches me that the story of this life isn’t about the number of breathes we take, but the number of things that truly leave us breathless. Every day ultimately fades into every night, and the dance begins again with her familiar beckoning call..



The seaside is a fusion of elements that always make me reflect inwardly, It is both my zen garden and my saving oasis. I come here to bare my soul fearlessly and unabashed in a cathartic way. It’s here that I am catastrophically enamored with the great loves of my life. It makes want to hold on to each with a white-knuckled intensity because I love them like a drowning man loves air.

I cast all of my hopes, dreams, fears and anxieties in stoppered glass bottles upon the water in belief that they will reach their intended recipients, all the while waiting for answers to my midnight petitions. Each message in a bottle leaves me a little raw and exposed, but it’s not unanswered prayers that I am afraid of – it’s being unraveled to the point of no return.

Our deepest desires are only ever granted to us by way of a blind kind of faith. Sometimes you have to be willing to bet the house and accept the odds because not taking that chance will translate into the biggest ass-kicking you’ll ever give yourself. If you risk nothing, you gain nothing. It’s worth a little unraveling if your dreams come true in the end.



I am a man of faith though I don’t believe in a predestined fate. I determine where my journey takes me. A strong, reliable compass and an insatiable hunger to learn are the only tools I’ve ever carried. The story of my life has been penned by my own hand and the road ahead of me is yet unwritten.

I choose to blaze my own trail because I believe that those who resign themselves to follow the crowd usually go no further than the crowd. Those who walk alone are likely to find themselves in places no one has ever been before. Trails that are crooked, winding, lonesome and dangerous often take you to the most scenic vistas and breathtaking views.

All journeys have secret destinations of which the traveler is unaware. That, in and of itself, is the incentive. The road ahead is an unwritten account that journals my self-discovery. The world is mine.



Every day is a gift of 84,600 seconds that we can spend any way we choose. Some squander it on useless instruments of intolerance and hate, while others pay it forward to make the world open and kind. Time is the currency that buys you either misery or rapture in your life. In the end you must decide whether to feed your ego or feed your soul – you cannot serve two masters.

I choose my soul and every time I feed it, I build a rapture that has me see the music in everything and the poetry in everyone around me. A rapture helps you find the elegance in simplicity and beauty in the organic. It is the difference between cursing the dark and being moonstruck.

Some say that life is 10% what happens to you, and 90% how you react to it. The secret of being happy is accepting where you are in life and making the most of your 84,600 seconds each day. Build your rapture..



In my life, I have known true bliss. It happens whenever I surrender to something bigger than myself. It’s my liberation, my solace and my awakening. The older I become, the better I am at it. I shed things that no longer serve me and take on new dimensions that illustrate the outward expression of who I am . I am in a constant state of change. I’m a human kaleidoscope of colors and shapes that chronicle my odyssey.

I am a better person today than I was yesterday, but nowhere near as good as the person I will be tomorrow. The secret to this lies in learning to find silver linings on your darkest days and discarding all your pretenses. The day I accepted that I couldn’t control the world around me was the day I was set free to celebrate the divinity of myself. It changed my outlook in very profound ways and I never looked back. Transformation happens on the other side of surrender. Focus on what really matters and bliss will come.

Fragile Things


Life is never permanent. No matter how desperately we try to hold fast to those who bring us joy – their eventual ends pave the way for new beginnings whether we seek them or not.

Letting go can be excruciatingly hard because of all the time and effort we invest and all those hundredfold returns we reap by virtue of having their kindred presence in our world. Mourning and grieving are easy places to gravitate to, and if we’re not careful, we risk robbing those we lost along the way of the great legacies they gifted unto us.

The more difficult path is the one where we celebrate the indelible memories they scrawled upon our hearts and the beautiful inscriptions they engraved into our souls. It’s not about the end. It’s about the run.

Life is a balance of holding on and letting go of fragile things so that the next big thing can happen. Like a sandcastle before a rising tide, everything is temporary. Build it, tend it and enjoy it. And when the time comes, let it go – the next one will be bigger, bolder and better..