I used to co-host a radio show called In Good Spirit, and every now and then I would poke fun at the self-anointed gurus of new age meditation. I've always said, if you can't laugh at yourself, you're obviously looking in the wrong mirror.
So, take off your shoes, dim the lights, get into the lotus position and hold your nose -
Like many people, I'm interested in the world beyond my front door. I've been fortunate in my life to have travelled to over 30 different countries, both as a tourist, as an adventurer and as a glutton for the human spirit. Lately, responsibility and finances have sidelined my travels, but my wanderlust has never subsided.
In truth, my heart aches to be on the road. My Austro-Hungarian grandmother use to tell me that we come from Gypsy blood. Imagined or real, I believed this story. Without a doubt, I have the traveler spirit coarsing through each and every one of my cells. Put me on a plane, train, ship or bus and I am transformed into a poet of passion, politic and possibility.
Today, I'm elvoving from cultural spectator to international lender. I've decided to take $50.00 and become a micro-lender. I want to make a difference, support international entrepreneurs and connect with my universe once again. Thanks to groups like Kiva, I can invest my $50.00 anywhere in the world with just a ckick of the mouse. Take a look...
Today, one of the great influences on my life and spiritual growth, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, (aka Lewis Carroll) celebrates 175 years. Alice may be his best known work, but Mr. Dodgson contributed so much more to the world of mathematics, photography, science, language and literature.
What has always bothered me about Mr. Dodgson’s legacy, has been the reduction of his great accomplishments to an uneducated discussion intimating the possibility that he was a borderline pedophile, or a perverse sexual deviant.
So here, in this small, cramped space on my very obscure and lonely blog, I will do my small part to restore Mr. Dodgson to his rightful place in the pantheon of great minds, and even greater spirits.
And by the way, how much music, art or film would there be to talk about, if the creative minds that explored them didn’t have a small dose of perversity floating around in there with all that genius?