And what might happen if we tried something new I have one of those friends I’ve never met.  His name is Harry.  I love Harry because he can see me, because he shares his wisdom w/ a dash of humor that is sometimes peppery.  He makes me laugh *just* when I need it. His response to this post On Being All Grow’d up and Afraid of the dark  was ‘self-compassion’.  He’s absolutely right. But we have this thing, this stupid human trick, that we’ve relied upon for a long, long time.

Yes, there are things that go bump in the night. We’ve all seen the iphone commercial where father uses the on-phone flashlight to show his daughter that there is no monster under the bed. We’ve watched Monsters with nieces and nephews, we assuage our own children that there is nothing that can harm them on the closet, under the stairs and, often, we experience our own energies that go bump in the night. When the lights go down, when there are no other external energies to i

I really don’t know jack about some shit.  What follows, naturally, is I don’t know Jack Shit. In particular, I don’t know Jack about a good bit of this otherwise-called “spiritual” stuff.  Some folks expect me to because I’ve chosen to add  the label of “healer” & “teacher” to the alphabet string after my last name (B.A. in Liberal Arts & Sciences & M.A in Criminal Justice for those who really wanna know!). Here’s a string o’ stuff that I neither know jack about nor have any