It’s one thing to gaze sanctimoniously over a church hymnal and speak about the reality of God, but its entirely another thing to look at pictures of flat bed trucks piled high with the mud caked, silent, naked bodies of children, and ask the question.

Where and what is God?

The God Of Falling Sparrows

“His eye is on the sparrow and I know He watches me…”

Or that’s at least what the famous song purports.  And for us who were affected by the estimated 300,000 deaths and continued wide spread destruction of the earthquakes that took place in Haiti earlier this year, maybe that statement is both comforting while still at times perplexing.

And we all have our shaky moments right?  Some deeper and darker than others.  So what about when its your life that feels like its being ravaged by a very personal, yet seemingly unnatural disaster?

How easy is it then to take comfort in the promise that there is a God, who cares with such magnitude, that even the falling sparrows do not escape notice?

The Tale Of Two Halves

If my math is correct, and its often not, I think I half believe in God.

Where is God, may not be the right question to ask for me…It’s the what question, that has begun to hold my interest.  Because the half of me that believes, tends to believe in the unlocatable God(I think I made up that word).  What I am saying, is in the absence of some image based idea of what God may look like, I lean towards the meaning of God.  For where orphaned babies cry into an empty sky, I am forced to consider other ways to believe.

Where there is no hand from the sky to catch our falling sparrows, I must seek to better understand what righteousness truly is, and think of other ways to come to terms with the littered ground.  Where there are broken bones, cracked throats that once cried, and rivers of blood beneath concrete mountains, I think twice to speak of faith, God, and answered prayers.  And where I do, I speak softly,  and seek to speak the knowing I possess only through deep experience.  For I just don’t have it all figured out.  That’s why I hash it out here.

Some reading this may have a wide range and variety of views on the subject of God. Your time tested thoughts and experiences are always welcomed here. Some of you range from versions of atheism, or agnosticism, all the way to eating crab cakes, or drinking tea with God on a daily bases.  Please send in your videos please.  For me…I guess the choice of not believing in any interpretation that suggest any reality of a God, or Creator, is always open to me.  I can choose to see the world and observed universe, as a series of random events.  And just face the gravity of those ramifications, and make the best of the years I have on earth.  And in the face of the invisible, my other half sometimes toys with strains of these conclusions.

But…the thing is…there is enough mystery inside and around me to make me question.  And hope.  And despite the big questions that my material world demands I ask, I do believe in ideas.  I do believe in some values over others.  For example: doesn’t love does make more sense than hate? From a very practical everybody-gets-to-live-in-peace-and-harmony-sort-of-way.  This is an unrealized utopia, but I think it is one that we all, in part, desire on some level.

And I guess in some intuitive way, I want to attribute these Utopian values to a source. A root word that is the opposite of everything we would point to as “wrong” on planet earth.  It’s the light we long for when we are surrounded by the absence of light.  The laughter we crave when all seems gray.  When we consider our world, full with child abuse, murder, or widespread unfair treatment towards the defenseless, this is the picture that some of our dreamers, poets, and musicians attempt to paint.

And due to a Christian upbringing, I tend to hope for there to be a divine hand connected to this meaning of God.  Ultimate attributes that define an objective hope that promise a day of utopia, where all the things that make our hearts smile will be realized.  This hand I have not literally seen.  Not with the same seeming clarity whereby I see my own hand.

But what does it mean to literally see God anyways? And is it possible that these God values and ideals were intended to exist inside of people?

The biblical narrative that I grew up with as a child, portrays this meaning, although I have never met any of its characters.  And as I’ve matured in my understanding, it appears that this narrative plays with the idea of a God that means something, or stands for a certain sort of human interaction.  A divine idea that can also live inside of people.  A God that identifies most strongly with a set of characteristics that are the antithesis of everything that so many people, both professed secular and religious alike, on some level despise.

A God With Skin On

It used to irritate me that I couldn’t see this God that I grew up learning about. ”If God is real, why not show up and prove it,” I’d think.  That would be easy enough right?  I still struggle with this, and I don’t fully get all aspects to this subject, but I’m at a place now, where I think the edges of who and what God is can sometimes transcend traditional religious representations.  It’s a wildness that leaks right into the yearnings and desires of all people.

I am intrigued with the idea of God who describes Himself/Herself/Itself/?, in terms of a source of all that is Good, Fair, and Just..and maybe beyond.  By characteristics, rather than only a locatable personification.  A God that describes Itself ultimately by Love, and as vague as Spirit and wind…rather than something organized institutions can manipulate into whatever fits their ends.  Ultimately as a way of being. It’s much harder to control, or box in, a relational concept of God.

But the struggle and motivation for how I am to view God, seems to be most challenged in the face of suffering.

I shared this wrestling with a family friend, and she said it sounded like this story she had heard, of a little boy who was being put to bed by his mother on a stormy night.

She kept attempting to leave the room, but he would cry out for her, insisting that she stay with him.  She tried to comfort him against the howling wind, and booming echoes of thunder outside his window, with the idea that Jesus was with him, and that He cared about him.

Her sons response?

“Yes mommy I know, but I want a Jesus with skin on.”

I’ll continue to wrestle with any other supposed realities of God outside of the ultimate ideals, and character traits I’ve touched on above.  But for right now, I believe in the God revealed through the love acts of real people…with skin on them.  This is the only God I can see, feel, and touch.  This is the only God who can, in the here and now, ease the pain of humanities trapped, bleeding, and wounded children.  Or the falling sparrows for that matter.

In what ways, if any, do you imagine God?  What questions have ever crossed your mind concerning the reality or existance of God?

My brother and I were having a discussion the other day, and he mentioned that it hit him, that the citizens of Germany during the time of Hitlers governance, weren’t inherently any different from you and I.

It’s easy to dismiss an entire population as having some sort of evil gene.  But do we understand how a nation could allow genocide to occur right under their noses?  Are you any different?  Is the deep-seated apathy, that is often attributed in part to how Hitler was able to seduce the masses, something that we should concern ourselves with?

“This personal act of true, deep education is really an act of revolution.”

5 Strategies To Fight back

Commit To Exploring The Truth For Yourself:

It’s a statement that screams into the darkness of unknowing, that you will fight its seductive influences.  That you will choose to know, over the gentle ease of ignorance and apathy.  And apathy is really a popular thing throughout history.  I’m referring to that middle ground of knowing just enough, that is fraught with escapism, and a culture of distractions.  Collective assumption.  Knowing just enough that doesn’t threaten my traditional comfort zones.

And aren’t there systems of authority that you could see this state of relaxed apathy working well with?

One ought to be suspicious of all forms of obedience that require certain kinds of blind submission to authority. – Dr. Cornel West

I’m not preaching.  I still struggle to prefer to be awake.  Just like struggling with the idea of 30-45 minutes of physical activity.  It just makes sense health wise…but…

We need to practice Paideia.

According to Dr. Cornel West, “paideia is an attitude of critical engagement with society and ideas – a proactive process of questioning and learning.”

Lifestyle Design:

We are all creative people.  And being intentional about the kind of life you want, and not being afraid to at least consider unconventional ideas is the master artists claim to fame.  Our canvas is life.  Our medium, is how we choose to live our lives.

And its your life, and if its anything like mine, it appears to be going by quickly(I’ll debate Einstein’s Theory on relativity later).

Here’s a question I often ask myself.  Am I doing work I really love?  And how can I creatively design my life around my calling/passion, etc…

Reading:

Turn off the TV for a minute and read a book.  Trust me, I didn’t get to this place of not owning a TV without a little struggle and unforeseen circumstance.  Years ago I had an electrical problem at my place, and the cable wouldn’t work in half of the house.  So I’ll only ride my self-righteous horse for a minute.  But this inconvenience contributed to my rediscovering the joy of reading and independent learning.

Creative Expression

I focus on writing as a way to creatively express forming ideas, and to challenge me into truly articulating my thoughts.  It’s about making your critical thought muscles work.  With each stride in becoming a better thinker, a little part of your sheep nature slowly dies.

But writing isn’t the only way to be creative and fight the brain wasting disease.  You may enjoy music, photography, film/making videos, scrap-booking, poetry, and the list goes on.  The point is to tap into your creative language and use it to express those suppressed emotions, thoughts, and half thoughts.

Travel:

Discovering, and experiencing for yourself is empowering.  Its valuing your eyeballs, as perfectly able to critically examine something, without solely depending on a textbook, the news, or hear say.  My guess is we all wont be world explorers, but developing the spirit of real life exploration, especially to the areas that really turn us on, awakens aspects to our world and reality that we are hard pressed to come by any other way.

Paideia – Deep education that informs and transforms us so we shift from bling bling to a quest for wisdom. – Dr. Cornel West

Are there any strategies that you think I’m forgetting?

Featured pic: Daniela Hartmann

I’ve also been thinking about the things that get in the way of fully and firmly settling if this dimension exist. Saying you believe in God is one thing.  Experience is another.  And there seems to be a place between those two claims that will house the individual who either isn’t sure, or who prefers to remain that way.

What is living in this in-between place?

That’s the place somewhere between a humanistic(what you see is all there is approach to life), and absolute certainty that there is a supernatural reality beyond what we can see with the naked eye.

It’s between adopting the mantra: ignorance is bliss, or tumbling down the rabbit hole.

Living in the in-between can look like:

• Choosing to not know the truth, in favor of a more comfortable, numb, escapist life.
• Wearing the fish symbol as a bumper sticker, but really never seeing the hand of God act in your life.
• Living a life based on assumptions, without ever getting around to wrestling with your inherited beliefs.

But the thing is…

It’s Comfortable To Live In The In-Between(Sort Of)

Lets face it.  What I see, hear, smell, taste, and can touch, I can deal with.  You don’t have to convince me .  The material world, that time has sandwiched me into, is my reality.

For me to entertain, that the space between birth and death may not be all that there is, requires of me, a desire to do some work.  Some thinking.  Some intuitive and rational snooping around, in the waste basket for any possible cosmic clues to what life truly consist off.  That’s half of what Explore Truth is all about.

“The intuitive mind is a sacred gift and the rational mind is a faithful servant. We have created a society that honors the servant and has forgotten the gift.” – Albert Einstein

Here are two videos that provoke us to question if this is all. Both deal with aspects of Plato’s Allegory: The Cave

(If you are interested in seeing the complete documentary on the meaning behind the Matrix Trilogy, search “Return to the source” on youtube.  You’ll see all the parts there.)

But alas…

There Are Some Pesky Habits That Prevent Us From Exploration

• The busyness of life
• Some aspects of religion that don’t promote deep questioning.
• Laziness.  Having someone else do your thinking for you is just easier(religiously/spiritually/politically,etc).
• Subscribing to a lifestyle that promotes escapism as a the only way to deal with the pressures in life.

One ought to be suspicious of all forms of authority.  One ought to be suspicious of all forms of obedience that require certain kinds of blind submission to authority. – Dr. Cornel West

Are We Trapped By The Material?

In the matrix movie, Neo, had to “free his mind” from the things he saw and sensed.  It was tough.  Now this can have a range of meaning.  But for the purposes of what I’m droning on about here, I’m simply advocating the exploration…the questioning, and the abolition of any of these things that are habitually preventing us from fully grappling with the meatier issues in life.  From exploring the possibilities that may lay beyond what our senses tell us.

Blinded By a Perfect Life

But on the bright side(depending on how you look at it), I’ve discovered that something in particular seems to work well in shaking people out of these apathtic in-between zones that threaten our quest to know what’s going on.

There’s a strange choice I have to make when I am faced with the very real and sharp edges of life. I’m talking about those curve balls that seem to nail me right above the nostrils, reminding me that sometimes the other side doesn’t play fair.

What I am begrudgingly learning from personal experience, is that there are hidden incentives to exploring truth, that lay within our suffering. The obstacles seem to remind us that life isn’t always about merrily rowing your boat gently down a stream.  The bumps force us to grapple with truth, or revisit assumptions, that sometimes the sunshine of good days, allow us to ignore.  But the tough times are a foreshadowing of an inevitable reality.  We are finite. And like Dr. Cornel West so deliciously likes to describe, we will become the “culinary delight of terrestial worms.”  And that, at least for me, has a way of begging the question: Is there more?

Featured picture by Luke Robert

The journey of life.

In highschool, style was high on my list of priorities, or at least what I then defined style to be.  Now, the thought of going to the mall gives me lower back pain.

Recently the connection between the outer expression(clothes) and who one is on the inside has resurfaced as noteworthy…at least in theory.

In practice, my outward adornment has at times fluctuated between the impression of near homelessness to that of a wanna be scholar.

I’ll give you a recent example of where I’ve been in the style department.

Last week I accompanied an aunt to federal court to celebrate her becoming an American citizen.  My grandmother, along with a couple other family members, came along to celebrate.

Lets just say my cousin kept explaining(jokingly apologizing) to a couple of the guards that I thought we were going to the beach.  You sort of stand out in a room of 100 plus formally dressed foreigners, when you are hobbling around in slippers, shorts, and a t-shirt.

Don’t get me wrong, I was fine.  Rather comfortable if you ask me.  But after relfecting on a particular elderly Caucasian guard, who felt it necessary to continuously reinnact LL Cool Jay impressions, accompanied with spontaneous hoola hoop like dances, while sporadically calling me bro, and commenting on him being more “black” than his fellow black co-worker, I had to think.

What’s going on here?  I mean the guy meant well, and he had us all laughing.  And i really wasnt intending on turning this into an analysis of the various assumptions people make based on race(Maybe another time).  But the experience did make me think about what people see when they see you, and how that may or may not make them respond.

(On second thought he did stick up for my attire, when he jokingly told my cousin..”don’t playa hate, congratulate”)

Maybe I’ve been so in my head lately that I’ve underestimated the importance and significance of what is communicated when the outside world sees you.

After watching the video below, it also reminded me of how one can strengthen a substantive inner philosophy, by how you are dressed, and also caused me to re-access my understanding of the full definition of style.

Style: The way in which something is said, done, expressed, or performed…

Check out Dr.Cornel West being interviewed by Prepidemic.com on the matter of Style. He puts a bit more meat on the topic, and caused me to rethink somethings.  Feel free to weigh in with your thought in the comments.

Hmmmm….Maybe a serious style makeover is in order?

What is Style to you?  Is there a connection between what you look like on the outside and who you are inside?

“So it looks like we can install a complete security system for you for under $100 dollars, and your monthly bill will only be $39.95.”

This of course, wasn’t before I had built an extreme amount of value in our company, product, reliable monitoring system, and for added effect, I’d throw in the most recent crime/home robbery statistics in the home owners immediate neighborhood.

I wanted the sale.  They didn’t know that I was behind on my rent, and a week shy from the electricity being cut.  They didn’t know how desperate I was.  Or did they?

That was years ago.  Lately I’ve been having these conversations regarding religion, and ones beliefs, with various individuals, and it got me thinking about my time in sales.  Much of which taught me a few things about human beings, and how we work. It occurred to me, that much of my failures in sales may have been directly related to my sense of desperation, or desire to control the outcome of my presentation.

I wanted to control them, or at least the outcome.

I was so stuck inside my head…so focused on what I had to offer them.  So engrossed in the reality of my financial needs, that it left little room for the possibility that they might not be interested.  Now I wasn’t the stereotypical used car salesman by any stretch, nor was it overtly obvious how desperate my situation was.  But I realized that albeit I may have been a bit inexperienced and new to sales, my perspective customers at times could smell my fundamental desire to control the outcome.

I think this is one of the hardest parts of sales, or transferring your beliefs in general.  One truly has to internalize the fact that what you have to offer, however amazing, cannot trump the sanctity of the humans gift of choice, and may not even be what the person wants, needs, or chooses to agree to at the exact time you deem best for them.

One has to learn to become comfortable with the word no.  And in so doing, develop a posture of confidence, and mutual respect despite the outcome.

I’ve been on the receiving end of this, as I’m sure you have.  Everyone has had an experience where they were being “sold” something.  How did that feel?

Since beginning this website(exploretruth), and in sharing my reasoning and future desires with people, I’ve felt the same atmospheric pressure at times from others, revealed in a similar line of questioning, albeit subtle, from some professed Christians:

“So if one  inspires people to become more critical about life, develop a hunger for truth, and a Socratic questioning about life’s meaning and the world around us, what then?  How do you lead them to Jesus, your church, or religion, etc etc.”

In other words, to borrow the sales vernacular:

How do you seal the deal?!

I’m sometimes stumped by this, although I can empathize with the place that it’s coming from, and think its a worthy conversation to have.

But here’s where’s I’m cautious…

History reveals a spectrum of examples on how truth has been communicated to others.  I look at Jesus, and I don’t see an arm twister.  The twisting was only in the acts of radical love.  But then I also reflect on the subsequent dark ages of the institutional church and I see experiments in attempts at more effective salesmanship:

Buy Christianity or die.  Simple. Let’s just say they sold a lot of product with a ton of buyers remorse.

And today, I see many of the religious evangelistic tactics dancing anywhere along this continuum of force.  From change displayed through love, to change displayed and enforced through force and control.

Releasing Yourself From The Outcome

So how does one share a spiritual experience they genuinely feel has liberated them, and led them to what they believe to be true?

Well in the Christian tradition, and in other spiritual teachings, love is(not always practiced) held up as a supreme value whereby all other values must bow.

Do I have opinions, beliefs, mixed with uncertainties?  The answer is yes, yes, and yes.  But I’m learning that human beings don’t do things simply because you’ve told them too.  And manipulation and force have a short shelf life.  People typically like to arrive at decisions on their own(or at least believe they have).  And where there are sheep, I hope more are painted with the blackness that identifies independent thought and spirit.

But in the end…all I can do is share my journey, and leave the rest to you.  A pilgrimage ripe with hypocrisy, duality, doubt, faith, questions, fears and hopes of forever becoming more True.  All I can do is attempt to live the life of one intentionally grappling with the big questions, and also re-examining the traditional religious and societal norms that haven’t been put through the test of deep analysis, or the petri dish of a real lived experience.

My commitment is to make Explore Truth a non threatening environment, and movement, where views can be shared, dialogue can occur, but love remain central.  Yes, I come from a Christocentric ethos that sees the example of unconditional love as worthy of contemplation, and reflection, outside of the oft misrepresentation of much of institutional Christianity.

Yes, I lean towards a sensibility that believes in the example(s) of the highest form of unconditional love to be crucial to understanding or realizing mans exit strategy from humanities historic tales of madness.

But I cannot reconcile strong arm tactics of conversion with an orientation of supreme love.  They just dont mix.

Sorry to all the spiritual arm twisters, religious infomercials, and formula driven religious control freaks. If you believe in a real God/Spirit that speaks, and works in the minds and hearts of people, why not let Him/Her/the Unknown figure out the rest?

Featured Picture: Leo Roubos

A part of me wondered if it was worth it.  If anyone really heard me.  If somehow the clinking ceiling fan above my head was a bit too noisy.  But a part of me desperately needed to experience contact.  I needed, and wanted to know that behind my fervently bowed frame, and despite the whispering shadows of a humanistic, agnostic reality, there was more.

Where or what is God anyway?  How does this thing work?

Prayer.  I hear people talk about about it.  But when I listen closely, the sounds remind me of someone claiming to like a famous band or movie, only because in truth, that’s just the popular thing to do.

Well, right now, I can’t tell you that I believe in prayer.  Not if you define belief as a deep and justifiable sort of knowing.  Not some collection of commonly held propositional or doctrinal points of certainty.  But…you know, the sort of knowing that the Bible says, when it refers to “and Adam knew his wife.”

A deep, silent, unshakable knowing.  Intimate.

Or the confident way you look at your child and tell them not to touch the stove, as you glance at the raised strip of burned scarring at the base of your left hand.  You know.

I guess my prayer a hour ago, at sporadic intervals, felt like an Iraq war amputee praying for his leg to grow back.  Or like a 6 year old sobbing and pleading for her daddy to return from a place where the strength of tombstones do not allow.

I mean, to believe someone is actually listening is a revolutionary act. Right?  It’s either crazy, or real.

Maybe I am looking at prayer all wrong…C.S Lewis said this:

In Gethsemane the holiest of all petitioners prayed three times that a certain cup might pass from Him. It did not. After that the idea that prayer is recommended to us as a sort of infallible gimmick may be dismissed.

Hmmm….How do you feel when you pray?  Or do you even bother?  Thoughts?

Highway drivers can be so insensitive.

Inconvenience has the potential to be underutilized.  Its the art of disruption that flies under our radars ability to appreciate the moments that are still, arduous, and dare I say even painful.  The kinds that demand of us the kind of contemplation that comes only through long weary walks down roads we have always speed past…going somewhere quickly…A life lived at 90 miles and hour.

These inconvenient moments slap us out of our hysteria.  Grabbing our attention…shocked and wide eyed we focus in on what matters.

“They” told us stop signs compromised our inner sense of rebellion.  That’s why the kids sprayed paint over them, and shot at them with paint filled balls of suburbia styled revolution.  But the revolution for today’s age may not be as sexy.

No raging fires or wailing sirens.

No service announcements to interrupt a regularly televised dinner.

And definitely no t-shirts with hammered fist or blood red logos to certify your allegiance to the cause.

But just the still small turning of your soul, amidst your crucible.  This revolution is an invisible genetic alteration.  Open for newness.  As still as a cool summer night pregnant with possibilities beneath a star dust peppered blackness.  And you… below, flat on your back, forced to look up.

The situations in our lives right now that are slowing us down, confining us to reclined seats of sickness and pain; these can be the thrones where new kingdoms are formed.  These are the barriers, motes, and enemy affronts that flatten our backs and butts against the walls of life, jagged edges and all, and slowing us to a humble crawl.  But don’t we need the foreshadowing of life’s finiteness?  Aren’t these the very moments, where the seeds of truth are waiting, embryonic…and waiting to be born?

Anyhow….let these words be hands around your shoulders…or if you’re a guy, and that makes you uncomfortable…let these pixels remind you that you are not alone, and that it’s ok to be still and know…

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star. – Friedrich Nietzsche

I don’t think many people are aware of what psychological damage occurs as a result of succumbing to a dead end job. The dull ache, the monotony, the senseless paper shuffling all begging the question.

What am I doing here?

And yes, I’m aware that we are near double digit unemployment as a nation, and that to some I may sound like an ungrateful and unrealistic wacko.  From what I hear, where I live in Florida, the economy hasn’t been this bad since the 70’s.

But here’s my deal.

We spend the majority of our lives working. But unfortunately it’s a topic that gets little attention and serious analysis. For most people that I know, we stumbled in and out of our jobs almost quite randomly. For some, especially in recent economic times, just having a job, has replaced any probing into what and why we remain in occupations that don’t truly satisfy us.

Where did we get our concepts of what work was supposed to be?

It’s been a little over a year since I quit my job of 2.5 years. And today I am still transitioning into a fuller understanding of what it truly means to do work you love, and what that subject entails.  Prior to a year ago I’d worked all kinds of jobs.  From retail, collections rep, customer service rep, office/administration, sales manager, stock boy. During college, I began to investigate various ways to become self employed, or build a small business.  That led me to opening a shop in a flee market, starting a night club promotions business, becoming a real estate agent, trying door to door sales, and network marketing.  My successes and failures were less tied to the types of endeavors I chose, and probably more to do with the the kind of person I was at the time.

I guess somewhere along the way I began to explore the concept of work, and how I wanted to relate to it.  But although I had half the equation right(entrepreneurship), I was still missing something.

I’m Not Blessed

In so many ways I am blessed, but when it comes to being solely motivated by money, that doesn’t seem to cut it for me anymore(Whether in a cubicle or as “my own boss”).  I am no longer the straight hustler that I imagined myself to be in my twenties.  I look at some people now, and making a lot of money, in and of itself, can do it for them.  Money can get them up early and keep them up late.  And I’m not judging that at all.  But the thing that I was missing was a calling, or as Dr. Cornel West puts it, a vocation; something bigger than myself, a passion, a grander vision to propel me through the inevitable monotony that any worthwhile undertaking will bring.

The centrality of vocation is predicated on finding ones voice, and putting forth a vision.  All three are intertwined, vocation, voice, and vision.  I view vocation in stark contrast to mere profession.  Vocation cuts deeper.  – Dr. Cornel West

We all need money right?

I can hear it now, and have heard, and said it before.  I got bills to pay.  I got to keep “bread” on the table.  You’re single, you don’t have a family like I have. I gotta do what I gotta do.

A fairly simple question, with a fairly simple answer right?

Well, I’ll admit to not having all the answers.  Life can be pretty unpredictable.  I guess I’m speaking to the aspects of our lives, that we actually have control over.  The parts that are our reality only because of the way we think, or the habits we have formed.

Solution?

I am simply speaking to the possibility that our best/worst thinking has brought us to the point we are at currently, and that new ways of thinking may open up new possibilities.  Or at least we need to question the philosophy that what you do after the kid phase in life, must be something bared with clenched teeth, and half a smile.  Because lets admit it, most of us do not truly love what we do.

I’d like to hear what you think.  I have more to say on this topic of work.  And hopefully we can get to some ideas of how to better do the things we love.  And dig into what that even looks like.  It’s not all roses and music.

Can we discover a way to actually enjoy the time that will occupy one of the largest parts of our lives?  What sacrifices would that take?  We pay a price either way.

Again, due to a technical issues, some parts are a bit jumpy.

Exploring Clarity, Congruency & Creativity with Tony Teegarden – Part #2 from Veron Graham on Vimeo.

• 0:15 – Defining Authenticity
• 3:03 – Projecting our greatness unto other people
• 4:36 – Tony shares his view on “Spiritual Marketing”
• 8:18 – Tony shares future projects (blogging as a business, & personal coaching)