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Well, it’s been awhile. Hope everyone’s doing well.  You need to know (if you’re wondering why there’s nothing so little new content here)  that I subscribed to the volunteered slavery of research. I'm loving it, but it is super   time-consuming. One day I'll publish something helpful to society, you never know,  something like  this little piece from my friend .  But more about me. I’m still in practice, and being fairly certain that the State of Illinois   still demands continuing education to stay licensed, I took another course on  Mindfulness.  Naturally that led to a hack, a quick and easy way to get people to do it.  Then, in the process of recommending  that  to people, I realized that my hack was  working as well as anything that I had learned in the class. So when that happens,  as it probably does with many of us, for sure with me, you know, I started telling  everyone. Everyone. (It has to be bor...

  A very different book, All Our Waves Are Water.   Journalist-biographer-resident surfer, and guru,    Jaimal Yogis   (h e might shudder to be referred to as " guru", a modest man)  is on a quest. Jaimal takes his mind's-eye with him, his awareness, and ramps it up, as he journeys through life, a search for his best self, and more than that, he's running away from a bad break up. It is a physical journey, and an inward trip, too.  Having one parent of Jewish ancestry but raised in a Buddhist tradition, it is no surprise t hat a stream of guilt is laced into the words of this delicious biography. I look forward to reading his other book, Saltwater Buddha . All Our Waves Are Water All Our Waves Are Water All Our Waves Are Water   might be a metaphor, but is probably what every surfer is feeling while finding his way in the ocean. There is an attachment to water, detachment from all else, as it must be, because anything else, and down you go. Fall o...

Miami Beach, foggy at times " Is there a free airport shuttle to the hotel?" I ask the switchboard operator .  "The Trump National Doral Hotel is only five miles from Miami International Airport. A cab is about $25.00," she laughs, not exactly laughs, but informs, sounding a little like Siri. "Or you can take an Uber for less." "Thanks," I mumble, hanging up. Her implication is obvious. If you can afford to stay at the Trump , you can afford the taxi.  Who stays there? Mostly golfers, just a hunch. And others who are comped by their hosts.  It did seem like a secure place to be, which always feels good, security at the gate, men in sun glasses on the roof, watching the stunning outdoor wedding. The chupah , or wedding canopy, is homemade, borders the greens; guests are in their finery. Rabbis in beards and long black coats bless the ebullient couple. Uninvited hotel guests and staff watch from a balcony above, no different than at any outdoor-at...