Tag juan blea
Building a healthy life isn’t just about working out or eating right. While both are crucial, if we don’t recognize and share beauty, our souls will starve in darkness. Once that happens, there isn’t a workout or diet plan that… Continue Reading →
Today’s the first official day of my venture into the “Book in a Month” system. According to the program, I should write a one sentence summary and fill out what’s called a Story Idea Map, as well as, write the… Continue Reading →
I’ve begun writing a new book that I am entitling, The Teacher. This book is a transformation story in which the protagonist “finds” his truth amidst great struggle and grief. Now, I haven’t gotten very far, but to aid me… Continue Reading →
Talking with someone struggling with an addiction can be frustrating. Not for the reasons that you might think, but because they’re so mired in self-hate that almost every thought he or she utters is a projection of that self-hate. So,… Continue Reading →
I challenge everyone: The next time you hear about someone suffering (or dying) due to Addiction or to Depression, try to see them as someone stricken with a terminal illness, not as someone who is weak or a failure, or… Continue Reading →
When I first bought my Nikon DR3300 DSLR camera, I had no idea I would dig it so much. I can’t say I know what I’m doing or that I have any skills as a photographer. As a matter of… Continue Reading →
Study after study places NM in the worst possible categories: Among the worst three in early childhood education; The highest opiod-related deaths in the nation (per capita); Among the poorest measured states in the nation. I, for one, have grown… Continue Reading →
There wasn’t a lot left – a couple of drops, really. But it called to me and awakened something inside of me. Not really lust, not really gluttony, but more of a memory than anything else. It was a drop… Continue Reading →
The gods must have been twiddling their thumbs when they allowed me to emerge into a circumstance that should have killed me, as it has so many of my homeboys. At least those bored gods in the universe armed me… Continue Reading →
The Chamisa Trail in the Santa Fe National Forest calls me. I can hear it; it wants my feed pounding it, climbing higher and higher. My goal is to find the Tesuque Creek; according to the sign at the trailhead,… Continue Reading →
