This is why I was born...for days like this. The sun warm on your back and just a slight breeze. Big fluffy white clouds and blue sky. The birds in the trees are talking just to you. "Who are you?",…

Why was I born? Is there some purpose to my life? Am I here for a reason? These existential questions can be interesting to explore. I know some people who feel they were put on this planet for a specific…

To ripen is to come to the state of being when one gathers and gains nourishment from what one has gathered…to gather the fruit at that point when it is sweetest to eat….to be fully nourished by the feeling deep…

This is why I was born. That's a bold statement to make. Wouldn't this change over time? I feel strongly that I have a purpose, but I also know this purpose changes over time. As I grow and evolve as…

My great grandfather, Chaim Lubitch was born in Russia, or maybe it was Poland? I'm still trying to figure this out with all the geopolitical rejiggering that jostled my people from one country to another even before they had moved…

There was no doubt in Nora’s mind–this was why she was born. To have the idea that turned into a Golden Ticket. To have the will and the skill to build a business around that concept. To know who she…

Who was it that said, “We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars?” I guess that’s another way of expressing the concept of being dreamers – although in that case, the observation is…

Two of my close friends share their dreams with me, and I do the same with them. In fact, we interpret dreams for each other. Any halfway-decent dream interpreter will tell you that sometimes they foretell the future, and sometimes…

We were all of us dreamers, reamers of that paper doorway called truth or whatnot, a unicorn tusk strapped to our heads, easy to provoke into rants, raiders of some forsaken ark All of us have been visionaries, ethno-this-and that,…