Made with Love

You’ve heard it said a thousand times from mom, grandmom, and that snarky barista: “I made it with love.” But what if the attitude of the chef or creator actually has an impact—biochemically—on the food we eat?

It’s not an unreasonable claim. My anatomy professor says the heart is merely a pump and that all emotions, be it love or anger, come from your head. But there’s millions of people around the world who believe the heart produces electrochemical, magnetic resonances that extend into the space around a one’s body.

What if those people are right? Suppose it’s true. Suppose the aura emitted by your heart is dictated by emotions. Suppose that aura has electric and magnetic charges. All food is made of elements and molecules (like water) that change in structure and behavior if charged. Thus, the aura of the chef changes the meal while it’s being prepared.

Maybe that aura resonates different frequencies for gratitude and distress. Maybe food responds likewise.

Maybe “Made with Love” makes more of a difference than we think.

Winners Write History

We tend to think history is unbiased, that the facts we learned in history class are true events and stories of the past. But who wrote those records? Who documented those stories?

Long story short: it was rich white men. Men who were learned, literate, and able to keep records safe for many years. That doesn’t sound unbiased.

Maybe we should start looking at what we “know” through a more critical lens. Not everything is as it seems. There’s a lot more to these stories that we don’t understand yet.

The 3 Foot Giant

Sean Stephenson has transitioned from this life to the next. He was born to rid the world of insecurities. He may not have achieved his goal, but he helped millions of people rid themselves of their insecurities and learn to love themselves again. The world will miss his big smile and enormous heart.

Here is his most famous youtube video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VaRO5-V1uK0

Lesson 1: Never believe a prediction that doesn’t empower you.

Lesson 2: You are not your condition

Lesson 3: The real prison is in your mind; freedom is within yourself

Wisdom beyond stature. Love beyond all odds.

Rest in peace, Sean. I love you, too.

Open Your Mind

An intelligent professor with nothing else to learn lectures to a class too disinterested and uncomfortable to challenge him.

A learned professor is slow to make assumptions while discussing controversial perspectives of reality with her thoughtful, respectful class.

Which is higher education?

Mother Earth is Stubborn

“We’re killing the planet” is common jargon these days. Translated, this means that we have to do something to save the environment from manmade pollution. There’s no doubt we are devastating the natural world. Even if you don’t believe climate change is real, it’s hard to dispute the Pacific garbage patch, a collection of plastic in the Pacific Ocean larger than Texas. For centuries we have been ravaging Earth’s natural resources and exchanging them for pollutants. These pollutants end up in our water, our livestock, our food, and, subsequently, our bodies, causing illness and disease.

Mother Earth surely cares about our destructive ways. She wants to be treated with more respect, but she’ll be around far longer than any of us. Though the sentiment of “we’re killing the planet” is true, it isn’t accurate. Mother Earth has survived many extinction events: comets, meteor showers, drastic weather changes, etc. She has survived and will survive again.

We are the ones who won’t survive. We are fragile organisms building a prison around ourselves with walls made of plastic and oil and styrofoam and shit. Mother Earth provides for us and loves us. She hopes we make better choices—not just buying paper straws.

But if we don’t? She will still be here, waiting for us to return to her and pay homage.

How to Walk Slowly

Unless you’re an intergalactic voyager on The Axiom (the spacecraft in Pixar’s WALL-E), you probably have to do some walking on your typical day of work or school. Generally speaking, there are three ways to walk: slowly, normally, or quickly.

To walk normally is to walk like the average person, at an average speed. To walk quickly is to walk fast enough to break a sweat on a cool fall morning. This usually means you’re running late. Something went awry or you didn’t plan your day precisely enough. You are now uncomfortable and on the defensive. You don’t notice anything spectacular during your walk.

To walk slowly is to stroll, to be so aware of your surroundings that the space around you becomes a temple; the ground beneath your feet becomes hollowed ground. Everything looks different, from the dance of ginkgo leaves to the wave from your neighbor. What regularly are happenstance encounters become meaningful moments, important enough to change the course of your week. As the dragonflies make love in front of your eyes you’re reminded of your place in the universe, what this all is really about.

In order to walk slowly you cannot be late or on time. You must be early. To be early, you must plan ahead. And though scheduling your day seems contrary to allowing the spontaneous forces of nature into your day, it turns out to be the only way that anything random can happen.

Plan extra time to walk, whether it be 20 minutes to campus or 3 minutes from your car to the office. This extra time may be the catalyst for a breakthrough idea or important relationship.

Summer Credits (2019)

On this last day of summer vacation, I reminisce. Here are some of the things I did this summer:

  • Buried a friend
  • Caddied at Stonewall
  • Ran 2-4x per week
  • Lifted 4x per week
  • Did Yoga 4-7x per week
  • Read three books
  • Listened to a lot of podcasts
  • Cooked dozens of eggs
  • Made tea and drank coffee
  • Shadowed a doctor
  • Visited Yellowstone National Park
  • Learned how to create a photograph
  • Photographed a black bear
  • Launched my first online fitness program
  • Made my first dollars online
  • Went Yard Sale-ing with my girlfriend
  • Sold Yard Sale stuff on eBay with my girlfriend
  • Went to Atlantic City for the day
  • Learned how to swim
  • Swam in Lake George
  • Took a bath in Lake George
  • Went out to eat many times
  • Cleaned my rented house from top to bottom
  • Weeded my front slope and planted flowers with my mom
  • Trimmed hedges on my front slope and at my Grandmom’s
  • Drank espresso with my Grandpa
  • Felt Grammy by my side
  • Hangout and worked out with my best friend, Paul
  • Wrote a poem
  • Had some good dreams
  • Visited a graduate school in Chicago
  • Ate Gelato on the Chicago Riverwalk
  • Drove 9 hours to Toronto with my girlfriend
  • Visited a graduate school in Toronto
  • Drove 10 hours back from Toronto with my girlfriend
  • Stopped and visited my great Aunt & Uncle and their home
  • Drank Dandelion wine
  • Ran 800s with my boss
  • Watched Fast and Furious movies with my brother
  • Helped one of my best buddies get a job
  • Smiled a lot
  • Laughed more
  • Cried often

I am full of gratitude and ready for another chapter.

Hoka Hey.

Commit to Something Meaningful

When you commit to doing something every day, there will be days when the commitment seems unimportant. I committed to blogging every day for the rest of my life. Today I woke up in Canada and drove 500 miles home. And here is my daily blog post.

I don’t know what this blog will bring me. Neither clients nor notoriety have manifested over the past month from my daily posts. But I believe in what I’m doing. I believe it is meaningful for me to write this blog every day. I’m confident one day it will be meaningful to others.

Put yourself in situations where you do what you don’t want to do everyday. I can’t promise you glory; I can promise you perspective.

Double Espresso, Long

Toronto has an espresso bar in every neighborhood. Back home, there’s one espresso machine every 50 square miles. For an authentic wannabe Italian like myself, nothing says manhood like a black, so-bitter-it’s-sweet cup of roasted beans. It’s my heritage. So we came across Baretto Caffe, ranked one of the top 100 restaurants in Canada by the Yelp masters.

Tucked away in a medical park, the barista at this unique café made me the best, strongest, most magnificent espresso I’ve ever had. It was so potent, surely medically unsafe. I was buzzing for hours. He gave it to me free of charge in exchange for a good review. They will get a good review.

This is a powerful lesson: give your best away for free. The value will come back to you. It always does.

Toronto Beach Volleyball

Most wouldn’t expect Toronto to be the beach volleyball capital of the world, but 100 courts set up on the shores of Lake Ontario would suggest otherwise. That’s hundreds of people playing beach volleyball in a city that, frankly, I didn’t know had a beach. I’m again reminded that preconceived notions are usually wrong, that reality is usually more substantial than our dogmatic beliefs.

So far my first six hours in Toronto have been special. Sushi pizza, skipping stones on Lake Ontario, ice cream on Queen Street, and making some new Canadian friends have all been highlights.

I have no expectations for tomorrow. Tomorrow will take care of itself.