“Taking any course that cannot translate into a practice that you incorporate into your life is like going to a movie.” Francis Wade
Francis Wade is a fellow philosopher, entrepreneur and a good friend of mine. He said the above quote in a conversation I was having with him about my philosophy of living life as a practice. I was telling him about the book S.H.A.M. – How the Self-Help Movement made America Helpless by Steve Salerno – which highlighted the cultural phenomenon of “there’s something wrong … especially with me, and there’s one thing that can fix it, all I have to do is find it.”
The book SHAM talks about how people go from course to course looking to
I’m so proud of myself. Today I came across an article explaining why it’s wasteful to “pre-wash” dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, and I DID NOT send it out to anyone.
Why is that noteworthy? Because I realized that my sending it out was my way of being right about and making the Pre-Washers I can think of; wrong.
As part of living life as a practice one of the practices I’ve adopted is the practice of observing and noticing things especially about myself. I’ve come to notice the tell tale signs of resistance in my body: feeling tense, rigid, my breathing becoming shallow, my mood becoming irritated, my body language closed, often accompanied by an urge to speak out. Almost every time I give in to
This is an excerpt from my upcoming book on "The Practice of Acknowledgments".
Hugs are to acknowledgments what wireless is to the internet. Nothing quite says I see you and your being around means a lot to me than a hug. As part of the human need to belong, to be acknowledged, we all need to be touched. (Sniff. Just hold me.)
I don’t recommend this in the paranoid and litigious American workplace environment, but among your friends and loved ones, hug EVERYBODY.
Hugs come in all configurations and intensities. I differentiate between the hugger - the person initiating the hug - and the huggee - the person being hugged. Here are a few common ones:
The overhand where the hugger comes in with at least one
Imagine you’re the proud Father or Mother of the cutest three year old boy who barely talks, and one day as you’re walking through the mall the little darling starts screaming, “Help me, help me,” to anyone that looks in his direction.
My mother related this true story to me the other day about a friend of hers who lived this - not-so-funny to her - true account with her young son. Not-so-funny to her, but absolutely hilarious to me. Maybe it’s the way my mom tells this story, as she imitates a young child’s voice, but whether its her or the story I laugh till I cry when she tells it.
Can you imagine this little kid? He would do it whenever he had the attention of adults.


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