This morning, Manuel was on my mind. It has now been some four long years since the last time I was able to contact Manuel ( real first name, I’ll hold the last name…). Last time, as it usually went, I sent a Skype message to him and, within 3 days, he would call back, send a message or communicate. That last conversation came in late morning for me, late at night for him. He was then in Vietnam, still pursuing the impossible dream and working in an environment that raised the hackles in the back of my head. He made it a happy call, telling me about his then-current purpose and showing me around ( virtually, of course ) the place where he lived and worked. This was a multi-room apartment shared with a good number of people who, I must assume, were pursuing similar purposes. This is -from my own past experiences- a highly volatile and frustrating environment, where a phone call can trigger any number of probabilities. Most of them harsh and explosive. We talked for a while, and he...

We often spend many  years of our lives trying to achieve a place of personal comfort. A “safe” place, where we can feel relaxed and where we can enjoy the fruits of our labor.   Then, eventually, we think we are finally there. And at that moment, we realize this “place” is but a figment of our imagination. That space where we thought we might feel safe, has changed. It has metamorphosed into something different or perhaps “teleported” to someplace else. A different space, a different plane, perhaps a different construct. But it is no longer there, where we were sure to find it. We then have a choice. We either stop the search completely and exercise our frustration, or start anew, armed with whatever know-how we may have accumulated in our previous exploratory exercises. Learning is much like that imaginary safe place. We look, we listen, we read, we study, we try to understand, and then, when we are sure that we have absorbed all we need in order to say “I know” … we...

  REFLECTION Today was one of those mornings where even optimism feels like extra work. I know. Too many things happened yesterday that should not have happened; last night’s sleep never quite developed into a pattern recognizable as such, and this morning my mind is somewhat befuddled with all there is to be done, and not managing to find the desire to make the effort.   Some people insist on saying that on a “cosmic scale”, these problems are but a grain of sand on a mile-long beach. Maybe so. But, on OUR personal scale, this registers as a major boulder sitting on our shoulders and standing in the way of accomplishing anything at all.   Frustration is a very human characteristic and, when unchecked, it can wreak havoc with our best intentions. More so when it is fueled by the actions (or inactions) of others, creating situations that get out of hand, easily becoming a spiraling, free-for-all fall.   It is at this time that we must stop. Yes, stop and revie...

  REFLECTIONS “YOU DON’T SIT DOWN UNTIL YOU FINISH WHAT YOU GOT UP TO DO”. This is one of those old-time, folk wisdom maxims that sounds simple but packs a hard, direct hit to the gut. On first reading, anyone (as I did) can read it quickly and let out a little smirky laugh. Much like saying … “how cute!” Then we read it again, and little fangs come out, grasp and hold you. And your attention. Not so, you might say. “What do you mean by ‘little’ fangs?”   Well, they are the subliminal messages that are being sent out. “Don’t leave things undone that should be done” … “Finish whatever it is you have started”. Most of us are by nature procrastinators and a bit lazy. Not everyone, mind you. After all, somebody has to get things done! But in truth, we do tend to take the easy way out when possible. We start a project, and when the going gets a little complicated, we consider the possibility of taking a “short-cut” and getting to the finish line while leaving a few issues...

 I  say this without hesitation, without hidden meaning, and without any attempt to soften or decorate the truth: I believe in God and in Christ. There have been moments in my life when I stood alone or, at least, believed I did. Moments when the ground beneath me seemed uncertain, when the path forward was not visible, and when the weight of circumstance could have easily pulled me under. In those moments, I did not fall. I have felt the presence of something greater than myself. Not in spectacle, not in grand signs, but in a quiet, steady strength that held me upright when I had no strength of my own. When I faced illness, when I endured hardship, and when I lived through the most devastating loss a parent can know, the loss of my son, I was not alone. I know this with certainty: had I been spiritually alone, I would not have made it through. Some will say that faith is an emotional support, a crutch for difficult times. That is a fair observation, and I accept it. B...

CUANDO UN AMIGO SE VA… WHEN A FRIEND IS GONE… Some twenty-seven years ago, I met this man in the middle of a business transaction. One of the many people I met over the years, and one of the many impossible transactions I tried to bring to life. That first meeting was uneventful. Almost irrelevant, you might say. It took place in Zurich, Switzerland. We were both there chasing a possibility - a dream which, as dreams often do, can disappear in a wisp, a word, a moment of doubt, leaving little trace behind. We had little opportunity to speak at the time, since we represented different interests. But the stage was set. It seemed we were cut from a similar cloth - more interested in solving the puzzle before us than many of the characters surrounding us. A year later, we met again. This time in Paris, and now working toward the same objective. We stayed in a small neighborhood hotel and finally had the chance to get to know each other. He spoke Portuguese, Spanish, and some French. I spok...