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Cut the Cords – Freedom is Waiting

By · June 17, 2011 · Filed in Uncategorized · 4 Comments »

Have you ever wondered why as a child your mom knew exactly what you were doing almost all the time, how she knew if something was wrong with you or if you were getting into trouble?  And often you were some place else, far from home.  Maybe she still has these hits today?

Have you ever experienced being in a breakup and no matter how hard you tried it was nearly impossible to stay away from this person let alone stop thinking about this person?

Might you have met someone who seems so tethered to their land or home that they seldom ever leave the home or their town and if they do their belly gets tied in knots?  And, maybe you’ve experienced a gut wrenching difficulty in making a pivotal transition in your life where you even know the change is needed, yet day after day – year after year you end up remaining right where you are?

In all of these situations there may be an opportunity to cut the energetic cords with that person, place or entity.  In shamanism it is
a common part of the work with self and community to be a guide and conduit.  Part of this is being able to cut the cords of our past and those that are binding and be fully ready to be in the present.  What we find is that these cords often keep us from being present and moving forward in life. (more…)

The Art of Living Simply

By · February 12, 2011 · Filed in Yogi Lifestyle · 2 Comments »

More Pie for Me (The Art of Living Simply)

Living simply mind body & spirit……..imagine all of the things you own (the cars, the homes, the furniture, the art, the clothes, the jewelry, the nick-knacks, and sentimental items), the people you know (your spouse, kids, parents, aunts, uncles, friends, co-workers, bosses, neighbors, acquaintances, friends, and your 3 month old puppy), and all the responsibilities you have (the job, your marriage, supporting your kids and maybe your parents, paying the bills, helping friends in need, school projects, all the way to mowing the lawn and washing the dishes), and then your daily calendar of to do’s (taking a shower, getting the kids ready for school, going to work, dropping off the dry cleaning, grocery shopping, meetings, working out or going to yoga, cleaning the house, the evening date or watching your favorite TV programs, and then maybe your meditation before bed).


Living Without Doubt ~ an “Enlightened Journey” with an andean shaman

By · April 4, 2015 · Filed in Reflection & Empowerment, shamanic healers, shamanic teaching · Comments Off on Living Without Doubt ~ an “Enlightened Journey” with an andean shaman

I stand at the base of the peak Umantai in the high Andes knowing what is to come next will not be fun. Adolfo (my shamanic guide) ushers me into a glacier lake that sits on a precipice where peak after peak paints the golden horizon. The air is thin and crisp at 17,470 feet and bites at you when the Sun ducks behind the silver-lined, fluffy clouds.


I am told to stand naked in the icy lagoon below a jagged boulder that sneaks out several feet from the bank. I huddle near the boulder anxiously waiting for the team of three shamans to get their sh** together for the ceremony… I’m edgy and ready for this initiation to be done (not really the attitude to have in this important moment)


Somehow, I feel in the dark while it’s the middle of the day. I intend peace, but the icy feeling that rises through my body feels like mini switchblade slashes deep below the epidermal layer of my skin. I knew these were serious rights of passage in the pre-Incan tradition I was to receive so I prayed to calm.


I deepened my breath from the shallow pant that spat out of my lungs and called in my support system of love, light, and oneness. It was my will and grace standing tall against the fury of the elements and the unknown of what pain was to come.


The shamans whisked over quickly, chanting and rattling in a plume of incense. Adolfo called me forth with fierceness and clarity. He dumped gallons of glacier water over my head and shoulders to clear me of the chatter between my ears.


I tried to breathe and chase back the desire to leap out of the unforgiving waters. There was no choice for me but to stay, yet could I remain centered while in the midst of the onslaught?


Adolfo whipped me with eucalyptus branches and pounded my head with a shamanic altar full of magical stones called kuyas. My left knee buckled. I didn’t know how much longer my legs would hold. Suddenly, a warmth shot through me, a geyser of determination to remain steadfast. The transmission of power continued!


Seconds, or minutes later, I’m not sure… I was beckoned to the shore. The youngest of the three rushed over and wrapped me with four alpaca ponchos. Incense was shoved underneath the mound of me.


Adolfo commanded me to absorb the incense for balance and integration. I inhaled the clouds of smoke as best I could.


Adolfo whispered in my frozen ear, “No dudar, no dudar, no dudar amigo.”


A fountain of fury shot from my belly. How dare he assume I was doubting! Here I am thousands of miles from home, in lands I little know, with my life in the hands of men half my size, and a mountain language I can’t decipher, yet here I am standing tall. Well, kind of in this heap of ponchos.


My ego felt brave and was convinced I did not doubt (dudar). This felt like the final straw to a long line of tests I was through with. I was done and could not wait to get back home.


The next day we were back in the arms of civilization, Cusco, the metropolis of the Andean mountains. I flew to Lima where I had seven hours before my next flight. My anger softened, yet my resolve to end my apprenticeship with Adolfo was clear. He did not know how clear I was!


Three hours before my flight I get in line a bit nervous. I did not have such good luck on the way out from the states. I was gifted a Delta buddy pass ticket which put me near the end of the line of standbys on the one Delta flight a day out of Lima.


On my trip out it took me all day to get from LA to Atlanta, I missed my flight to Lima, had to stay the night in Atlanta with $150 for a hotel room, then added another $200 for a new flight to Cusco. This cut out all of my savings with this freaking buddy pass, minus the convenience.


In line for my return I worried that I was bound for the same struggle as before? Once I was tagged as a standby, I was shuffled to another line.


I stood in front of the desk attendant and nervously asked, “So, how’s it looking for me today?”


I had to get home! You know what it’s like. You’ve been beaten up by the elements, no bed for a week, branded with everything you don’t want to know about yourself, then thrashed by three shaman with eucalyptus branches! The last thing I could stand is being stranded in the pits of Lima for days.


The attendant fingered her computer keys with rapid speed, “Well, we have a seat for you, but we’re going to wait to check you in since you have luggage. Come back in two hours and I’ll let you know if we are over our weight capacity or not since we’re freighting a lot today.”


My heart leapt when I heard there were seats and crashed just as quickly to the impending answer. I positioned in a chair with the ticket counter in eyes view.


The minutes crept by. My mind processed schemes to assure getting on the flight that would take me home to my comfortable bed and my favorite foods. “I could leave my bag with my friends mom in Lima, I could check it at the storage place, call her and pay her for her troubles later. I could buy a return ticket home.


Hmmmmm. How many days could I be stuck here? I’ve gotta hit the pavement running tomorrow. What if I asked another passenger who has a real ticket to check my bag? There’s gotta be a way.”


A light bulb clicked inside. Jason, “No dudar, no dudar, no dudar amigo!”


Adolfo was right. I was drenched in doubt and planning escape routes with something as simple as waiting for a ticket on a buddy pass. I’ve must let go of the excess luggage in my head. How many other crevices of doubt reside within me I wondered?


This was my opportunity to shift the embedded groove of doubt within me. For the next hour I envisioned the steps of getting on that plane, having the perfect seat and returning home with ease and grace with plenty of time before my planned workshop.


Every time my thoughts went to something other than success, I reconfigured the vision to ease and grace. I was sure to be on this Delta flight.


Thirty minutes left, my eyes traveled the shiny tiled airport floor where a Japanese man strutted towards the Delta line. He was carrying a sign like many do when they have an entourage. My eyes bulge as I take in the line of Japanese tourists. The old couples were not too much weight, but my goodness, each one rolled two suitcases that were larger than them!


The doubts rushed in to test me! I was almost overcome with the surety of failure.


I heard Adolfo again reminding me, “Do not doubt, do not doubt, do not doubt my friend.”


I steadfastly remained with my vision of boarding that flight against the greatest odds, where a nearly over-weight flight was ushering in 50 Japanese tourists with their 100 monster bags.


The two hours were up. I rushed to my ticket agent with warmth and trust in my eyes. She already had my ticket ready for me. The amazing ticket agent tacked my pack with the LA destination ticket. I was going home!


Each step from there was a majestic dance with a new power discovered within me. I may not always get what I want, yet I can trust in the power that is within me and everywhere. This time the doors opened widely to me. I smiled to the final attendant before I boarded the 747.


“Thank you”, I said to each person with true gratitude!


I had an aisle seat and it looked like there was no one next to me, 33D! I loved that seat like no other!


Just as I was preparing to nestle in I felt a tap on my shoulder as a woman butchered my last name, “Mr. Frahamm, Mr. Frahamm, could you come with me?”


No way, I’m on the flight. How could this happen now? “But…”, I fumbled with my words.


The stewardess stiffly smiled, “This way please Mr. Frahamm.”


I gathered my veggie sandwich, Bose headphones, iPod, beeswax earplugs, eye cover, black toe socks, crescent spongy airplane pillow, and my overhead luggage, then meekly scuffed forward to the front of the plane. A flash to once more trust in the journey and myself boosted me several inches as I continued down the aisle. So be it I thought.


We arrived to the front, but the airplane door was closing. The last attendant that I graciously thanked stood on the other side and winked at me as the door sealed.


I looked to the stewardess who smiled and opened up her hand, “1A Mr. Frahamm”.

Somehow-someway in queue I went from being considered collateral cargo to the A-list in first class. How sweetly ironic!


I can’t say that when you hold your highest vision for yourself and others that it will usher you to first class. The fruits become secondary. What becomes even more important and empowering is our trust in the journey that unfolds as well as in ourselves.


Who would you rather spend time with the one who lovingly holds the highest vision for you and all involved or the one who always just gets what he or she wants?


This story is a simple invitation to observe our thoughts. Our minds run rampant and often feed the negative stories that roll through our heads. Notice when you have a situation where you have an attachment to the outcome and no one yet knows what will happen. Where does your mind travel?


Do your thoughts repeat the mantra of negativity or prepare to counter the perceived negative outcome with a reaction?


Do your thoughts naturally meander in the garden of the desired outcome or even fuel a higher possibility? Where’s your default?


What would it take for you to live in “trusting what is”?

To live in harmony with Self and the Universe we must hold the vision of the highest possibility for all involved and even acknowledge that we do not know what’s best for anyone including ourselves. Then we reside in the energy of “be as it may ~ whatever comes to pass, is divinely perfect.”


This is true harmony. This is true peace!


Now that this “Enlightened Journey” is here… you are welcome to join me in the fall of 2015 for the next “Enlightened Journey”

By · November 26, 2014 · Filed in Uncategorized · Comments Off on

Have you ever pondered the consequences of competition?  Why is it that it was so important to our parents that we win the game or contest?  In turn it has become so important for us to win the account or promotion at work.  And then, how important it becomes that our kids do the same thing… Win-Win-Win!


So, what are the repercussions of competition?  First, what could be perceived as the positive.   It does ignite a desire within us to better ourselves at the sport, contest, or job.  In order to win at whatever we’re competing at there takes a level of dedication, one-pointed-focus, persistence, transcendence (of the obstacles), hard work, and in many cases a desire to win or be the best at something.  These qualities in and of themselves can be used in a positive or negative manner depending on the intention behind the quality.


What credence do we place on the intentions behind how we play the game?  To some extent we do encourage a sense of fair play, sportsmanship, teamwork, and graciousness… nobody particularly cares for the sore looser or the obnoxious gloater.  At some level, there is an encouragement within competition to honor yourself and others.  And yet, we see this example displayed less and less these days.


What happens to us when we compete?  Most often the focus is placed on winning. Often we take this to the place of “winning at all costs”.  This attitude becomes, “You can kiss my a** if I win and certainly if I loose”  “I don’t care about you, I care about winning”  And, this is fed vehemently in competition.  There is not a win-win, there is a winner and an looser.  So to speak, “winner takes all and losers go home to mama”.


When the focus becomes solely on winning, we have lost sight of what is most important… who we are being through the competition.  If we died in that next moment after our win, will we look back at how great we were for winning the game or would we be faced with the consequences of our actions that led us to winning?  (a side note: one way to assist in making decisions is contemplating how you would feel about your actions and decision if all was coming to an end the next day.  Would you feel good in your heart about your choice or would there be a knot in your belly?)



If you sit with the energy of competition, there are many traits that become almost inherent with competition: a sense of lack, separation, selfishness (all about me) & short sightedness.


The sense of lack comes in the form of not being enough.  There is only enough for one, the winner (yes, sometimes there is acknowledgement for 2nd and 3rd, but all the accolades, fame, and the greatest amount of money goes to the winner).  I was raised in a family encouraging me to win – I was awarded $5 for A in school, I was coached by my father in football and baseball, I was captain of several football teams, awarded MVP multiple times, and was a state champ wrestler in high school.


Here’s the catch.  Our limbic part of the brain does not know the past from the present.  Hence, if the competitive one gets activated within me, the limbic brain remembers… Win-Win-Win (at all costs, so long as you don’t embarrass yourself or your parents).


So, with whatever I am wanting in life like a successful career, anyone else who teaches yoga, meditation, or offers healing energy work automatically becomes a competitor. These competitors can even be perceived as an enemy from the limbic part of the brain (first step to shifting this is shining awareness onto this shadow piece.)


The energy of competition then becomes, “There is not enough for all of us, so I am here to win it all!”  Quite a statement for me, who chooses to embody unity awareness, love and compassion:) The competitive brain wants to then beat every other yoga teacher, healer, etc… that part has to be number one!


The sense of separation, me and not the whole becomes quite clear in this past example.  I am number one and then comes everyone else.  The ultimate declaration of the self-serving part of the ego.  From the wholeness perspective, competition is separation.  There is no-one to compete with since we are all part of the One, the whole.  Competing is a fracturization of embodying Oneness.  Rather than treating your brother and sister as yourself, as a part of God, in competition we separate and must dominate over the other.


Selfishness is embedded here.  It is about me first……..Me-Me-Me-Me!  What else needs to be said?


The short sightedness simply is focusing on the importance of winning.  Yet, at what long term cost to who we are or what we are becoming?  Due to my competitive reinforcement as a child, I am graced with many opportunities to unwind these seeds that separate me from the natural state of divine love, compassion, and oneness.


This little thread is not about bashing competition.  This is about brining awareness to the snags that often come with competition.  Enjoy a healthy game of tennis and celebrate what you and your partner on the other side of the net put into the game no matter who wins or looses.  If your son looses a match, still go out for ice cream and acknowledge him for all the effort he put into the match.


Is there not a way for us to play in this game of life without having opponents or enemies?  Isn’t it time to let go of sides and see humanity, nature, and consciousness as our friend rather than fo?

From Disempowered to The Empowered!

By · October 22, 2014 · Filed in Uncategorized · 1 Comment »

I was 32, newer to teaching yoga and all the attention i received from teaching at a leading studio in Venice, California. Soon into my first official class at Sacred Movement I was already in trouble. I was invited on a date by a woman with jaw-dropping beauty and a unique element of intelligence and sense of humor.


As my new student, Candace with shyness, courage and a sweet-crooked smile asked, “Would it be ok if we went out on a date. I mean is it ok being your student and would you be interested?”


As her words gently stumbled out of her mouth I felt an inner excitement and elation at the possibility of dating this woman. I tried to mask it as much as I could to remain somewhat composed and perceivably cool, but inside I was already a goner.


I warmly replied, “It would be my honor to go on a date with you.”


I later shared with her my two rules that i created with dating students so to maintain a safe space inside and outside the yoga room. First, I would never ask a woman out from the studio. And second, if I were to be asked out by a student, my intentions must be pure in courting a committed relationship rather than using my new role as a way to indulge in short-lived sexual thrills. (I guess I share this as a side-note of my story due to the vast lack of integrity I’ve witnessed over the years by some male yoga teachers)


My first date with Candace lead to a passionate night and continued into the next day in bed. Our next several weeks patterned much like our first night, hot and unending. I thought I was in love and it seemed Candace was still finding her footing.


In this awkward dance a role reversal ensued. I quickly took on a role in the relationship that I had yet to experience in my 32 years… I began to move as the disempowered feminine holding onto every word and nonchalant promise Candace offered during sex or the noncommittal calls and messages she would often leave.


I became to take her heat of the moment “I love you’s” as a committed promise that we were meant for each other and that we were sure to live the rest of our days together while the rest of her actions stated something far different from commitment. I waited for her calls, I pined for the next invite to her home, I anticipated her next request or faint desire in the hopes that she would realize how great we were together. Who was this person? I had never encountered this side of me.


I usually was the guy fending of the requests of the woman i was with to be more intimate, to be more communicative, to please show that I love them, etc. And now, I was the one begging for more demonstrated love and attention.

Candace of course played the role ever so well as the “old me” the one available, but not too available. She was cautiously caring, yet maintained the upper hand.  From an outside view Candace wore a sign that screamed, “You need me more than I need you, so watch your step –  my boot is use to kicking!”


After a few months of the roller coaster ride of of extreme highs of love, sex, and hope of the future, we broke up for the first time. You may know this story… there is always a break-up in this kind of relationship and of course there is usually a getting back together.


Well, we did get back together and then broke up again one more time. Both times the breakup was painfully piercing, devastating and world crushing. For the next several months I scuffed around in a haze unable to feel joy of any kind. My yoga classes were miserably bland… I could barely muster a shift of pitch in my voice (It sounded like Steven Wright, the comedian teaching my class with out the humor).


I remember being devastated like this the year after I graduated from KU when my college sweetheart of senior year left me for her ex. That took me almost a year to recover from. At 32, I had fallen just as hard. What had happened? What was the common thread?


Of course, we all know it is not easy to break up with someone, yet it is far worse to be broken up with for most of us. The fears of being abandoned, not being good enough and being alone jack-hammer  within our psyche. Certainly, these fears must be addressed and healed for us to realize true happiness within. Yet, it still doesn’t seem to fully answer why I was so helpless in the relationship and for many months afterwards.


It took another heartbreak and the first date with a new suitor before I came to the precipice of this wound. Positive affirmations and communicating boundaries were merely band-aids to this gaffe. There had to be a shift in my inner consciousness.


On my 33rd birthday I had invited a new potential love, Sonia to join me for my birthday party. I must have been sending out the loudest sonar waves that screamed, “I’m a puppy dog and am extremely insecure, please don’t leave me!”


One of the running jokes of life is the law, “What we resist, must persist”. And that’s what ensued. Sonia seemed to be unconsciously repelled by my insecure sonar into an afternoon of flirting and long talks with a tall-handsome friend of mine.


I knew it was happening and I knew it was me creating this. I was trying everything I could to muster up the old Jason, the game player who remained calm~cool~collected amongst all the games a lady of interest might play. I may have maintained the guise to my friends around me, but I no longer could fool myself into believing I didn’t care.


I could not wait to leave, but it was my party and it lasted from noon til midnight… truly torture. When I arrived home from my friend’s place in Malibu where we had the party, I plopped down on my meditation cushion and sobbed. I felt so broken and helpless.


From a place of complete despair a roar swelled inside of me, “No More!”


No more victimness, no more games, no more disempowerment, no more pettiness, no more waiting, NO MORE, NO MORE, NO MORE!


I had it with being the controller and being controlled.

I was finally fed up with protecting myself from hurt.

I was no longer willing to loose myself to be with another.

I was sick and tired of following other people’s cracker jack advice on how I should feel and live


For the next hour I chanted “No!” to all the ways I had lost myself in another or surrendered an inner knowing of truth to blindly follow the advice of another. I slashed cords connected to family, friends, lovers and the unknown others who I attached some sort of disempowered hope to or somehow allowed it from them.


The power and clarity moving within me took over. Old life contracts of victimness, guilt, jealously, manipulation and the like were being transformed within me.


Soon the energy of love, truth, empowerment… the Yes to life began to flow naturally through me.


I said yes to loving myself regardless of the circumstances

I redeclared responsibility for mySelf

I chose to make decisions to support conscious living

I embraced the whispers of truth springing from my heart

I embraced my new open-heart while maintaining discernment with who I invite into my domain



The next day I awoke to a lightness and strength that I had not felt for several years. I felt different, yet I knew the transformation would not hold unless I applied it in life. Since then I have never lost myself in relationship again. It has not solved all the challenges of life and relationship, yet the north star of honoring my relationship with Self first amidst the demands of life and relationship now prevails.


How has this improved my life you may wonder? Now I ride side by side with my beloved (we’re on the same path, but riding our own bicycle rather than being two strings wound up into a ball of yarn where we have no idea which string is which – who’s projection is who’s).


This does not avert us from the challenges of life and relationship, yet how we receive and perceive the challenges are much clearer and easier to address. This is the difference between living with contracted-anxiousness in the chest and breathing full unobstructed inhales into the belly. This can continue to expand as one roots more and more into the truth of the moment.


In closing I pose the questions that I hold to myself ever so often to assess if I am on track and living my purpose and following through with my commitments to God, Self and relationships.


  • What is your umbrella intention? (this is the qualities you choose to live by in every moment regardless of who you’re with or the situation you’re in)
  • Are your qualities supportive for the betterment of self and the world?
  • How closely are you living your umbrella intention?
  • Are you continuing to court this intention while also being kind to yourself when you stumble away from it?
  • Are you entangled or lost in the story of your life?
  • Are you lost and entangled in anyone else’s story?
  • Are the people in my life reflecting and supportive of the qualities I choose to embody?
  • Where is most of my energy focused in a day?
  • How open am I to change and transformation?
  • How do I treat myself and others in my head?
  • What thoughts do I empower… which ones prevail?
  • What steps can I take to live more consciously, lovingly and truthfully?
  • And, am I enjoying the ride?



We all have opportunities to grow and stand clearer with the Universe, our Self and those around us. It is worth taking an honest inventory of your life and how you live. What kind of person do you choose to be in life and relationship… empowered with truth or a victim to how the wind blows?


The truth is that YOU Are LOVE, YOU are PEACE, YOU are BEAUTY, YOU are EVERYTHING.


The question is, “Do you know it in your heart, in your cells, in your beingness?”


Effects of Meditation on our Daily Lives

By · May 4, 2013 · Filed in lifestyle, meditation & yoga, Reflection & Empowerment · Comments Off on Effects of Meditation on our Daily Lives


“Ninety-nine percent of the spiritual path is the company you keep”

– Dhyan Yogi (Indian Saint)
It’s an amazing meditation quote. It kind of turn’s one upside down to understand that the company we keep might have such a dramatic effect on our lives and path of awakening. When I first heard this I delved into my relationships to see who was supporting my growth, who I felt good when around them, and after being with them, and who I felt crummy with while in their company… during or afterwards.


Earlier in my path, I realized there were many relationships that I needed to shift. Some were to fall away, yet with others the archetypical story that we’d created required a change; the roles that we’d assumed and the repetitive habits of the relationship had both asked for transformation.

In this metamorphosis of relationships with friends, who were primarily interested in partying or being fully committed to living in the world of Fox News and ESPN, our energies no longer resonated and our time together progressively reduced to nil. In my relationships with my mom, my dad, my sister, and others who were to remain in my life… I did the shifting within in which I changed, hence my role in these relationships transfigured as well.


The people who are in my life today are invited to remain so long as they are not a detriment to my wholeness and wellbeing.


The company we keep does not end with our relationships. It also relates to the companions that occupy our thoughts. What are we thinking about all day long? What influences our thought patterns? What are we feeding our mind through TV, movies, video games, magazines, newspapers, advertisements, and the World Wide Web? What foods are we taking in that are a detriment to maintaining a healthy body, mind, energetic field, and positive outlook on life?

Healthy Relationships

We’re going to delve into some of the relationships that we have with the things that often become the major obstacles in our daily life to challenge our peaceful, present state of mind.


Recently, my life partner Veronica and I watched the movie, “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo”. We’d heard from many people how good it was, so we ordered it from Netflix. I had no idea what we were in for in this thriller-mystery.


In the past several years both of us have specialized our viewing selections to those that are inspirational and light-hearted. We prefer not to empower the energy of negativity in the films that we view. The intention is to support what is subtly informing our psyche.

Healing Through Meditation

Well, this flick certainly threw us over those edges with graphic rape, revenge, and violent scenes. From a critical perspective of movies, this movie is entertaining and stirs a lot of emotions. We both understood why others applauded the film for its quality. However, the mark that it left on our subconscious was not worth it.


Many of us know of the studies showing how viewing TV alters our brainwave state into an alpha state. In this state we are relaxed and susceptible to suggestive material, so whatever we’re watching goes right into our subconscious mind.

Embracing Change in Relationship

By · August 24, 2011 · Filed in Reflection & Empowerment · 7 Comments »

Embracing Change in Relationship

Why do we hold on in our intimate relationships when we know it’s time to let go?  Why is it so difficult to let go and embrace change?  Why do we often return to that same lover hoping for a different result yet, in a matter of time we repeat the same cycle again and again?

“Letting go is hard to do”.  Let’s address this first from the physical.  The choice to move on from a committed relationship is often a difficult choice to make.  We know this.  There are often many factors involved, which may include children, money, our home and then loosing the person we’ve spent more time with day to day than anyone else…just to name a few.  Yet, what is at the root of this?  These external factors certainly play a role, and truly we know there’s more and something deeper lurking underneath. (more…)