I’ve thought alot lately about how, in following Christ, it’s inevitable the masks we wear will crumble like plaster into dust. I suspect shedding masks is part of what Jesus teaches about dying to ourselves. Afterall, rebirth, new life, transformation, transfiguration can only happen when our old selves die. Our masks might include being ‘a …
I’ve got a good deal on my plate beginning a new project which requires sorting through complex research and formulating ideas for a film project, my brain feels as if it will burst open. I imagine the burst spilling forth an explosion of ideas like a fireworks display, surely that would be a relief, watching …
I look forward to my walks on Swami’s beach, a local surfer’s paradise sitting below jagged, clay cliffs one hundred and forty-five steps down a massive wooden zig-zag staircase in North County San Diego. Swami’s is my running, reading, dreaming, walking, swimming, California dreaming beach. It’s my sweet spot, an altar where I pray, …