Daily Word Articles
When I was in my 40s, I lived and worked in New York City. On Sundays I attended lectures by Unity minister Rev. Eric Butterworth. I also listened to meditations delivered by his wife, Olga.
When I was 4 years old, my mother and I were driving down the highway when she noticed my door was not closed. She cautioned me to move away from the door.
As I stood in front of the mirror, I knew with every fiber of my being I was ready to resign my corporate management job.
Think of forgiveness like housecleaning. When clutter builds up in your house, you throw or give away things you no longer need. Forgiveness is essentially the same process.
I grew up in the Midwest, the child of a mother who suffered from depression. In my teen years I learned mom’s excessive sleeping was part of her illness.
As a physician, I see people ill or in pain manifest fear, self-loathing, and negative self-talk. This creates stress hormones that impair the defense systems in their bodies.
In my late 20s, I was your typical New York City alpha male. I never asked myself any philosophical questions. It took a fatal medical diagnosis for me to realize I did not have an inner life.
Life as I knew it blazed away the day my house burned to the ground. The devastating wildfire demolished 21 homes and killed three of my neighbors.
At the beginning of each year, we put great effort into making resolutions and trying to change ourselves in order to be happy.