I like to go to book stores, and find the exact spot my book will be when it's published.
I believe that imagining it in store after store will help.
It seems to. I have an agent interested!
"Tired of Having the Same Old Argument" is one step closer to taking its rightful place on those shelves...
I've changed the working title of my book I'm on marriage mediation (from "Tired of Having the Same Old Argument") to "The Surprising Purpose of Marriage." So I've moved my blog to http://themarriagemediator.blogspot.com. Go there for new entries. Thanks for following me!
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
The Hippocratic Oath of Love
You know the deal, doctors are supposed to live by this oath: “Do no harm.”
The rest of us have a similar agreement, we call it the Golden Rule: “Do not do unto others what you would not want done to you.”
Here’s my new oath for Love: “I never want my love to make anyone’s life smaller.”
Like the other oaths, it sounds simple, but is stunningly challenging to put into practice.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
When the Police Roll In
First, the sadness. It is as if the rubber bullets buffeted my heart. The LA police’s tank rolled over my happiness.
Okay, what part of me is like the greed that ordered that holocaust; is like the glee that ripped flimsy tents and spewed free food in the mud? When has destruction seemed the only and right course inside of me? When have I seen Truth and vulnerability and compassion, and responded with hatred and anger and violence?
When I am in the throes of terror (wrongly) that the only way I can get the thing I really need is by fighting for it. When my thoughts fall down a bottomless well of despair into my own childhood night terrors. When it seems I’m living a life-and-death primal jungle struggle that can only end with one winner standing.
No matter how much stuff I have piled up in my life, it seems there is a part of myself that is still in that jungle, fighting for his life against some unknown enemy.
It is the “unknown” quality of that enemy which is so insidious.
It allows us to project it on anyone or anything. It strips away the thin veneer of society and tears the fabric of our civilized life, and pulls us all the way back to the primal ooze.
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