Category: Thirty Minute Writings

  • Calm amid the storm

    I have been struggling to find what to write, or even if I should write, regarding the death – murder – of George Floyd. I realized that what I want to write isn’t about solutions, about the problems, or about the heartache I feel. No. Instead, I will write about the calm amid the storm. […]

  • Progess

    I recently did the math on how long it would take to reach 10,000 hours of meditation. Previously, I was meditating 10-minutes per day; that requires six sessions for an hour of meditation. It would require 60,000 sessions, at ten minutes per session, to reach 10,000 hours! For those of you who are quick with […]

  • Free From What?

    Naval tweeted, “Write to learn, not to teach.” I find that fascinating. It has been my experience (not always, but often) that I can go back to something I’ve written and learned quite a bit; if nothing else, I learned how much I enjoyed writing that piece. As part of meditation practice, I’ve decided to […]

  • American Gods

    One of the greatest audiobooks he had listened to is American Gods by Neil Gaiman. He had recently acquired several audiobooks and Kindle Editions that he was looking forward to listening to and reading. And yet, he was drawn back to American Gods. He was drawn back to Gaiman’s way with words. He couldn’t help but admire […]

  • Annihilation of Joy

    He was hesitant to recommend the Netflix show Midnight Gospel to anyone outside of his close friends, whom he knew would appreciate it, or at a minimum, wouldn’t think he was insane for recommending it to them. He couldn’t get over how fantastic last night’s episode was! It seemed to perfectly capture what he had […]

  • Reprieve

    He had wondered if the Darkness would ever leave him. He asked, to no one in particular, about Consciousness, and if it was hostile – so impersonal – devour[ing] to survive (so it is, so it’s always been). Or, perhaps, Consciousness was indifferent, neutral at best? He struggled within himself to find where the Darkness had […]

  • Enough

    He hadn’t felt like this in ten years. He could vividly recall the last time he felt this way, and he remembered how it felt when it seemed like the demon was gone, exorcised. But, it would appear, the Darkness was biding its time, growing, weaving its heavy tentacles throughout his being. Now, he felt […]