I am currently facing some life challenges due to chronic pain in the balls of my feet, which has limited my mobility and caused me to reevaluate what I want out of life and how I can best serve people and planet. I am humbly a work-in-progress. I am finding that, as long as I stay centered and remain in the moment, I can survive even the most jarring confluence of life circumstances; sometimes even gracefully. I have also had to learn-sometimes through baptism by fire-to trust in the abundance of the Universe.
I am blessed with a bevy of strengths, yet paradoxically, I have found that I grow stronger by allowing myself to be vulnerable; acknowledging-and if necessary, working on-my weaknesses. While I'm not in as good of shape as I was before my feet were besieged by nerve pain, I do take good care of my body and my mind, and still look roughly the same as the guy in these pictures, save for a little spare tire I'm working on. Although I am typically quite responsible, my soul is that of a wanderlust; a silly, childlike daydreamer who can take solace in my own little world, yet ultimately stay rooted in this one. I am content to live a rather modest lifestyle in a seductively upscaled consumer society. I have my pop culture fixations, but tend to shun narrow pursuits. Five minutes with the Kardashians makes me violently ill. I rejoice in the presence of people who are comfortable being open with their feelings, who can give and receive freely, and ultimately, who are capable of accepting and loving unconditionally. I like to meditate, write, ride my bike (when my feet will let me), snuggle with my two cats (former rescue kittens who need lots of lovin'), and connect with other chronic pain sufferers, whose courage and strength in the face of adversity inspires me and evokes wellsprings of compassion.
What makes my heart sing? A lush canopy of redwoods, a 40mph-plus downhill rush on my bike, a mind-bending novel, that moment of reckoning and reconciliation at the end of the movie (even a cheesy one) when the tears start to flow, playing my djembe, processing thoughts in my journal, crafting witty or wry social commentary, and when my feet will allow it, shakin' my booty. At best I'm a 'hopeful romantic' seeking that special someone to share life's ups and downs; conversing, caring, sharing, understanding, holding, caressing, giggling, and simply being; ideally, being together while honoring the other's need for solitude.
But what really makes my heart swoon and my knees wobble is to experience the sheer ecstasy of a wild love affair in full bloom; basking awestruck in the magical glow that surrounds two lovers embracing on the seashore of the 'Isle of You', with wave after stupefying wave of passion crashing down upon them (cue the wistful 40s movie music lol...). Yes, love is blind as they say, and although I'm much wiser from experience, when the chemistry is right and that special spark happens, it is quite liberating to stop analyzing, stop judging, and just be plain friggin' giddy about being in love. As the prophet Paul of Liverpool once said: "And what's wrong with thaaaaat. I need to knooooow. 'Cause here I goooooo. Agaaaaaaain!"