It’s one of those mornings. I wake up wallowing in self-pity, caught in a downward spiral, worrying about this month’s Visa bill, worrying about whether our house will sell, worrying about mortgage payments. My old scarcity fears come ...
Where else, but on Maui, can you go to a trendy sushi bar in a tiny upcountry town and talk to a dear friend about forgiveness and compassion, and then get involved in a conversation (over a frosted bottle of Ginjo Sake) with a pro ...
I don’t go to many weddings. The last wedding I attended was my own, when I married Susan four years ago. Before that, it was my son Peter’s wedding almost thirteen years ago. So, it was a bit of a stretch for me to fly 5,000 ...
Tom is sitting on the sand at the water’s edge, his knees drawn up, putting on his “NoShark” ankle band. With his long limbs and full-length black wet suit, he looks like some strange sea creature. He carefully wraps the heavy-duty ...
Every week a group of us hold a meditation at my home, which we irreverently call, “Popcorn, Wine, & Meditation.” We meditate for 25 minutes, enjoy some popcorn, watch different teachers on YouTube and share our experience. Over ...
When I was first a tourist on Maui, I used to enjoy sending postcards to my friends. Rather than sending the usual colorful images of turtles, whales and waterfalls, I had fun sending a card that was all shiny and black. On the bottom ...
Tom and I have some trepidation about going out today. We’ve often been out in the big North Shore waves of Maui before, but this morning we read reports that the waves at Peahi, the famous big wave surf spot called Jaws were going to ...
We all have our passions in life. For some it’s primping their poodle for a dog show, for some it’s knowing all the characters in Downton Abbey, and for others it’s collecting crystals. For me, it’s following spiritual teachers ...
Every Wednesday evening, a small group of friends meet at my house for “Popcorn, Wine and Meditation.” The name of our group is a way of saying that none of us take ourselves too seriously (we don’t actually drink wine, except me ...
It’s a rough day on the North Shore of Maui. Driving to Baldwin Beach, I pass by Ho’okipa, the famous windsurfing beach, where the waves are at least 15-feet high. I almost drive off the road trying to watch the surfers. From this ...
