Category Archives: Conflict Resolutions & Interesting Impediments

Public Listening or When Silence Speaks

Public Listening or When Silence Speaks

I am always grateful when someone as lovely as K comes to the table. She exuded a simple joyous quality coupled with a fine air of stillness that radiated from her in equal measure. Soft spoken but clear and easy to talk to. The sort  that you just start talking, assuming that you have alreadymore…

Lines of Force – where grief and dinner intersect

Lines of Force – where grief and dinner intersect

J, a good looking young guy with hair in a gussied up version of bedhead wanders up to the table. He is friendly but seemed distracted. He started by telling me that he is in the park today mainly to play speed chess. But what is pressing on him more heavily are his dinner plans.more…

I don’t think we need to go all the way to 20

I don’t think we need to go all the way to 20

In the late afternoon a tall blonde woman came up to the table. She was perhaps in her early 60’s. Quite striking looking and, if I had to guess, had Parkinson’s Disease. Perhaps it was something else but she tremored and had that somewhat palsied face. If you could see her you’d know that shemore…

Hearing your own mysterious voice

Hearing your own mysterious voice

You may recall the recent post that was written by my friend Padma Maxwell recounting her experience of me giving her a creative approach.  Padma stuck around after we were done and ended up sharing creative approach duty with me. Shortly after I had my interaction with Padma a young author came named Arthur camemore…

Disrupting Stomach Pain, Disrupting the Road to Hell

Disrupting Stomach Pain, Disrupting the Road to Hell

The Western world is so backwards that a whole industry arose out of mitigating pain from intrinsically painful activities. Hey, I can understand aspirin but ergonomic wrist supports? Desk chairs that tilt or flex or destabilize? Why not just design things that aren’t going to induce repetitive stress injuries in the first place? Admittedly bettermore…

Finding a new home by inverting a laundry list

Finding a new home by inverting a laundry list

If you are reading this  blog then you live in a world where productivity, efficiency and progress rule. We are goal oriented and growth-minded. And to this end we have a whole raft of tools to help us plant a flag in the virgin ground of our futures. There are algorithms on Amazon suggesting tomore…

Self Imposed limits in the Garden

Self Imposed limits in the Garden

R came to me in minor tizzy with a very, very New Yorky concern. R reported that she Has worked very hard indeed to establish a community garden with other friends and neighbors in the Lower East Side/East Village area. But, you see, our garden is not officially designated as a NYC Greenspace and somore…

What baby feet and St. Anthony have to do with making decisions

What baby feet and St. Anthony have to do with making decisions

We can’t agree where to live. So settle this for us. Where should we live? ********************** We all think that the process of decision making is not only our own but fairly straight forward. We look at the decision that needs to be made, anticipate some likely outcome, weigh them against each other and thenmore…

The Sabbath of Insecurity for Incompetent Idiots

The Sabbath of Insecurity for Incompetent Idiots

Years ago I helped my friend Katherine kick heroin. I had never had any experience with the drug (or any drugs for that matter) and in the frightening process, I learned a tremendous amount about addiction, biology, and the underground drug world. Signing on at the hospital as the one to have responsibility to makemore…

Where is your heart? A meditation on death, dying and living.

Where is your heart? A meditation on death, dying and living.

When sitting at the table and someone comes up it often seems that they are so open that I just know something about them. Not details about their lives per se, but something about the way they comport themselves somehow. I don’t know how my senses combine, it is a sort of listening that happensmore…