Habits for Healing: My Morning Ritual for Health and Happiness
How do you sustain energy, especially amidst the hustle of modern life or health adversities? For me, the cornerstone lies in my morning routine…
Observations on health, wellness and living life to the fullest — written in real time, 2020 to 2024.
How do you sustain energy, especially amidst the hustle of modern life or health adversities? For me, the cornerstone lies in my morning routine…
You ever feel in your bones that something good was just *supposed* to happen? And that it might happen soon? I was feeling like that for most of the last year…
I received some challenging news a couple of weeks ago that I've been struggling to accept, and even how to bring myself to share it.
We were somewhere in southern Oregon when I first noticed the sound — very subtle at first but definitely noticeable by the time we were in Northern California.
Are you a little tired of the never-ending fitness-based "challenges" that make their way around social media?
18 days in the hospital.
Seeing those you love in pain is the worst feeling I know, and I wasn't expecting to be reminded of that today. But looking back, there were clues.
12 hours from now, my wife Sandra will be in surgery. She will be getting a thoracic epidural, a central line and a 20cm incision through her abdominal wall as part of the 5+ hour operation…
Today, Sandra and I spent the morning of our wedding anniversary at the surgeon's office. Not quite how we hoped to celebrate two decades of marriage…
I'm not good at sitting still.
Years ago, after university but before we were married, my wife Sandra went to live in Israel on a kibbutz.
After the recent 10-year anniversary of my 'new' lungs, I've had a few people asking me about what is going on with my health and what life looks like living with someone else's lungs…
I was forced to move across the country 10 years ago, and it wasn't an easy move. Looking back though, the cliché saying 'the darkest hour is before the dawn' actually rings quite true.
We all need beautiful nonsense in our lives.
Last Thursday, my brother John had a heart attack.
I wake up and stumble groggily out of bed for my morning routine, and remember with sudden alarm what I am about to do in the middle of winter — intentionally step directly into an ice cold shower.
"What the hell am I doing here?" I asked myself. The Radiohead song Creep leapt to mind as I looked around at the white-haired, seemingly morose people lined up for dinner…
10 years ago I nearly died.
I figured 2020 wasn't going to go down without a fight, but didn't anticipate just how stinging the final blow would be.
Here is a perfect example of how to tempt fate: be ridiculous enough to write, "I can see the potential to experience pain as a great teacher…" and post that on your blog, while you have 3 kidney stones…
I distinctly remember the sound of my femur snapping as I hit the pavement — it's a hard thing to forget. The searing pain was worse than anything I had ever experienced or imagined…
Time for an update on my own health situation… and one that I have been postponing out of a strong reluctance to share. I want to be honest, give you an overview and share the challenge I am having…
I am writing this on the plane returning home from Germany, with REM's Man on the Moon playing in my headphones as I glance down on distant landscapes and occasional clouds far below…
The final week in Germany is here, and our appreciation for the choice (and ability!) to come here has deepened further, especially given the surprising treatment option presented last week.
Life at Arcadia.
I'm writing to you today from Germany — and it's a bit of a story how I landed here in the midst of Covid concerns. Here's how it came to be:
Back in the 1970's, parenting was a little different than it is now.