Monday, August 18, 2008

The Pod

In the blog prior, I mentioned "The Pod."  

 I'm not really certain about how much I can write about it but suffice it to say that I went on a spiritual retreat – somewhere in New Mexico – and I learned a heck of a lot about the architecture of how I can embark on being happy. Of course, now I just have to execute it. Let's also say that Liz Brown of the "Liz Brown Series" was involved.

I did something called a Sweat Lodge. I did lots of other stuff as well, but one of things that happened on my journey was that I met three people, Hope, Scot and Whitney. All of whom I know will be lifelong friends and all of whom have been doing this spiritual gig for eons. I was the newbie.

I couldn't take photos; and I don't want to write too much because apparently it takes the energy out of The Place. So I'll leave it to your imagination.  

 To be continued …

Saturday, August 16, 2008

The Nightmare

You see I didn’t realize that I had completely stopped sleeping. Night after night, every night, I'd go from snoozing with...some the Torturous Recurring Nightmare. I'd be strolling through winding paths at some swanky, insane asylum in northern Massachusetts. The dream always began with me walking the grounds of the asylum. Then it all gets a little hazy.

In the morning I would slip out of bed, feeling relieved to know it was only a dream – but terrified that I'd dreamt it yet again. This is when I streak off to work (the office twenty feet away) terrified by the dream. What's it supposed to be telling me.

I'm terrified of my life, by the silence and the solitude; petrified of my unrelenting loneliness, like a decaying limb that needed to be amputated. Terrified by the fact that I have to walk into life and pretend everything is fine.

Everything is normal.

Everything is just fine.

But all of this was before … it was before I met the “Pod.”

To be continued …

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

I looked in the mirror on Tuesday morning and the eyes of a refugee stared back at me. Gaunt, haunted and several other unflattering – rather unhealthy – adjectives come to mind.

I can’t take it anymore.

What? I wasn’t sure.  
The only thing I knew was that I had been working too much and playing too little.  

As luck or chance or The Spirits would have it my antidote to my perceived crappy life was just around the corner – in the form of a “Pod.”

Yes … a “Pod.” And, in fact, my life is not crappy.

 I had – with great enthusiasm – agreed to meet Liz Brown of the KBTV-Liz-Brown-Series-Fame ( in New Mexico. We were set to embark on a spiritual retreat with three others, who had been friends of Liz’s for a long while. Scot, Hope and Whitney and I all met for the first time at the airport in Albuquerque. 

 It wasn’t until the next day that I realized how special these new friends really were...are.  

 To be continued ….