This is what I read yesterday:
The primary meaning of the word healing is "to cure what's diseased or broken." Medical practitioners focus on sick people. Psychotherapists wrestle with their clients' traumas and neuroses. Philanthropists donate their money, and social workers contribute their time to helping the underprivileged. I am in awe of them all. The level of one's spiritual enlightenment, I believe, is more accurately measured by helping people in need than by meditation skills or mastery of religious doctrine. But I also believe in a second kind of healing which is largely unrecognized: to supercharge what is already healthy; to lift up what's merely sufficient to a state of sublime blessing. I'm driven with ambition to promote this work, even as I aspire to do my share of fixing what's hurt. What would the world look like if there were doctors who specialized in fostering robust health in their patients? What if the textbooks that psychotherapists used to evaluate their clients were crammed not just with descriptions of pathological states, but also with a catalogue of every variety of bliss, integrity, magnanimity, eros, and wisdom? Imagine how odd and wonderful it would be if universities began turning out professionals in a brand new field, the science of happiness. -Rob Brezsny


I majored in the field because I like people - they facinate me. It certainly didn't have anything to do with what kind of disorder a child has if s/he isn't getting A+s in school.

As a young sprite, it was much easier to maintain a very high standard of questioning what I was told. Now I'm starting to feel naustalgic about those thoughts and I'm wondering if that is what's behind someone saying "...those were the good ol' days..." or "...that was when I was young and stupid."

It's late, I quenched my thirst and I hear an infomercial in the background. TIME has come out with a collection of 8 cd's that are dedicated to the 1970's. The pitch is that no one remembers the names of all the great bands that were 'hot' at that time and it would even be difficult to find this music on the internet.

I thought about what approach I would use trying to get this music into my ipod without spending a penny. It would involve transferring vinal to cd and I've never seen it done, I know it's out there, but I have no idea what it involves. I guess one approach would be recording the vinal onto a tape - but poo poo on quality.

Then I wondered how I would acquire all those albums - and it hit me. My parents have a huge chest of albums. When I was little I listened to them, but I liked the ones that I listened to so much I just kept listening to them over & over - I probably never even heard 75% of the stuff they had.

And who are those people? The owners of those albums - before they were my parents. In their sixties, how often do they think of those people?

Who was that person before I was married? Where did I go?

Earth. The label is so motionless.
I think it should be called Morph.
Life. Ever-changing, but again the label is stagnant.
I think it should be called Fluidity.

I'm so excited about being 30 - and few people feel the same way. I have a family, a job that pays me on payday, and I live in a basement apartment that doesn't flood. Life is good.

I have begun to manifest the science of happiness.

The universe is spinning in my direction.