Sam is a Jack-o-Ranian (1/2 Jack Russell !/2 Pomeranian


The day you take my buddy Sam away I am going to cry. I’ve got to tell you he is a special little guy.

From his please play with me whine to his “here’s the ball throw it again, and again.”  He loves life from beginning to end.

Then there is the “thank you so much for the treat DO YOU HAVE ANYMORE ??? When it’s all gone he’s out the door.

Have no fear he will bark to scare the bad shadow, bump or spirit.  Sometimes they are sneaky and you don’t even hear it.

Heaven forbid an actual person comes to the door requiring his big dog bark, growl and roar.

Most evenings Sam hangs out at my feet seldom disturbed.  Safe and secure, not a bit perturbed.

Sam will shadow me all day pretending he’s the top beast; but when mom heads up he disappears, selling out for a taste of ‘Fancy Feast’.

Sam sleeps until someone is ready to let him out on his way, and he’s the first one back looking for a treat to start his day.

English is his second language and he knows the important words like ball, walk and play. He learns a little more every day.

He is the best buddy to Marijo at least until the treats run low.

Walks are better than a treat; woodland walks off leash can’t be beat.

Swimming on a hot day is great and chasing a ball is the best bait.

Retirement means all day fun, Sam gets to run and run.

Fresh water all the time, inside bowl, outside lake doesn’t rhyme.

Be safe my friend you are always welcomed for a day or a lifetime.


I choose happy, how could I choose otherwise?

Yes I see the world through rose-colored glasses, I prefer it that way.

I stand shielded from the terrorists, politicians and other idiots that the media uses to pee on my parade.

I have some of the best rain gear and shelter in my northern fortress.

Life is good, the view is incredible, there is no traffic, no bosses no assignments and no need to earn a living.

Win or lose I am happy watching my favorite sports team.

Let’s pause for a glass of wine on Old Mission and then grab pizza and a beer at Shorts on the way home.

Like a ghoul its days like this that make my lips hurt. Love that mutilated lips pizza.

I feel blessed but I recognize the feeling as happy and positive, not as joy.

Joy pops by at the most unexpected times and wraps me in her embrace, those are visits I cherish.

I really expect that the better I become at living in the moment, the eternal present, the more this love affair with joy will rule my days.

Joy doesn’t just make you happy, it swaddles you in protective custody and takes happy to a whole new level.

How can I embrace joy when the world suffers in so many cruel ways?

It’s easy, I don’t live there, my world is the red pines, a calm lake and the last fall flower smiling at me.

The release of dopamine floods the reward circuits of the brain, novel situations feed it.

When the happy fire is fed to overflowing joy makes its appearance.

It floods your body from the mind to the soul.

You can choose happy but you can’t choose joy, it chooses you.

You can recreate the moment with the same people and stimulants and only find a pleasing happy glow, joy is elusive.

Be close to the present moment, soak it all in.

If joy slips in relish its embrace, explore its rough edges and smooth methods.

You can’t force joy to be present; it sneaks up on you unexpected and yet it is always invited.

Finding that something more, to take happy all the way to joy is a worthy quest, you never know what it will be, an emotion, a feeling, a taste.

Nor do you know if it will slide on by without blessing you with a taste.

I remember joy:
• The first bite of the last peanut butter cookie when you know it’s the last one you will see for a month.
• Hugging your girl and knowing you would move a mountain to keep her safe.
• Swaddling your newborn and hugging her for the first time.
• The first sip of an ice-cold beer when the supreme pizza walks through the door.
• Sitting on a beach and knowing that for this moment all your loved ones are safe.
• The first draw on a Cuban cigar 10 years after ending a 35 year addiction. (no that is not a memory but a future joy)

Seek that secret ingredient that keeps you in the present moment and bridges the gap between happy and joy. Slowdown that moment, embrace its many facets. When it slaps you in the face with elation, pause and soak it all in. Create a holographic detailed memory you can revisit.

There are plenty of dark paths in the world that lead to joy and then speed right past into the depths of darkness and despair. Don’t play with fire, leave the Meth, Coke and needles for those without hope.

Choose happy, enjoy the positive side of life, when joy visits embrace the unexpected pleasure.



Day dreaming in an elevator
The knife sank into my chest
Simon and Garfunkel sang:
“Bye, bye love
Bye, bye sweet caress
Hello emptiness
I feel like I could die”
Embracing emptiness and loneliness
Saying goodbye to romance.
Burning reality
Dissolving bonds
Changing times
Why care?
There is no past
No great record book
No all-knowing history
On the same note
The future is only a dream
All we have is NOW
A contiguous eternal present
Until we order a time travel device
We bounce along where we are
Ignore the past
Seek joy in the present
Or jump and die
Bury the past, screw the future
Waste no cycles on either
One with the world
One with your lover
One with the moment
What has meaning?
What is irrelevant?
What comes next?
Embrace the wonder
Kiss my sister
Fading fast
The song ends in despair:
Goodbye my love goodbye


How many past lives have I had?
Why, I have lived them all,
since consciousness descended on mankind.

I have stalked the tundra, hunting for food,
and gathered berries and grains.
Built fires in caves and sailed all of the seas.

I have known the horrors of war
and the joys of love from all perspectives.
I have lounged in luxury
and starved in squalor.
I cried a river on Calvary hill.
I have known fame
and lived in silent separation from humanity.
I have been to the moon,
the arctic and the top of Everest.

When I am not trapped inside this brain
I am one with what was, what is and all that will ever be.

Reincarnation assumes that narrow sliver of consciousness that is me, doesn’t become lost
in the joy, big love and wonder that is us.

So you think somehow it holds together for another journey, one more trip as a narrow slice of human drama.
“Maybe” I say as I scratch my chin and smile.

This blog entry directly from my spring 2014 book, Mind and Soul Candy available at


Let’s be clear brother.
It’s not about you, it’s not about me,
It’s how we impact each other.

Day by day life’s focus is on how we relate.
Each moment starts with a clean slate.

I will sneak into your life to give it a spin.
Mystery and wonder lie within.

If we shake it up too much
You will still be changed by my touch.

If the spinning top should cease.
The fun we had will bring you peace.

How does your happiness flow?
Watch closely when you let it go.

Give all your being to each moment.
Giving not getting, is the essential component.

Become the source of joy.
Mold the world into your toy.

Life is not about you or me.
It is simply what ‘we’ can be.


Where do thoughts come from?
Who does the thinking?
Does it all happen inside my skull?
Who am I?
I know I exist.
I am conscious and self-aware.
There are labels I use to describe who I am.
I know they are not the real me.

Why do things just pop in my head for no apparent reason?
Is the origin a universal consciousness?
I am an actor in the play of life.
I am not lost in the role.
My identity remains grounded in the knowledge –‘I AM’.

‘I AM’:
• A part of the whole.
• A tuner of experience.
• The totality of existence.
• Overflowing with joy, wonder and love.

Some days the tuner is fuzzy or not on at all.
I miss nature’s wonder and wallow in despair or anger.
I am lost in dark places.
A flip of the attitude switch and the tuner comes back on. Of course I exist.
Like the mirror which cannot see itself I am blind and overwhelmed by the possibilities.


NOW is not the tiny sliver of a moment between the past and the future.
Now is the ever-present flow of time, the eternal present.
Thinking of the past or the future won’t take you there.
Our life takes place in the new way to look at now.
Open your mind to being, understanding and silence,
It is not a quest for knowledge it is absorbing what ‘is’.
The silent empty slate behind thought is where becoming arises.
Meditate for relaxation, entertainment and insight.
Let thoughts flow freely don’t banish them.
Abandon steering the mind to a single point of concentration.
Welcome freely arising thoughts.
Meditation is peace itself.
Find wisdom in the present moment.