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August 10, 2019

30 seconds into walking meditation and I find myself on fully bended knees in the wet grass of a public park. Head bowed. Eyes closed. Arms outstretched in the turf on either side of me. Fingers spread and plunged in dirt. Praying, listening, hoping Mother Earth would reveal herself to me. Moments slide by. Nothing. I listen harder. Still, nothing. No revelation. No mystical moment. Just me in a p...

August 9, 2019

As bipeds, we are created to walk

on this holy ground

to feel the dirt, wet grass, grains of sand, and cool water

If you allow it

Mother Earth

will pull you to her bosom

hold you in her embrace

suckle you with life giving energy

Teary eyes remember a time I couldn't walk

the birthright of bipeds lost

This day, I can

a heart of deep gratitude

overflows in body

down to my toes and back

released as tears

expressing...

August 9, 2019

With eyes closed, my right hand drums out a beat on my chest over my heart. The pulsating action gives off a dull thud like a heartbeat: BOOM-bada-BOOM-bada-BOOM-bada-BOOM. Over and over. 500 people making the same sound, keeping the beat.

Softly at first, in a somewhat falsetto voice, Cynthia starts to chant with the rhythm, "Thy will be done Lord, not mine." Slowly, in our own way,...

August 8, 2019

It's 7 a.m. Wednesday morning. About fifty of us are standing in a circle on the edge of a public park. The sun is rising over the nearby mountain range and there are several hot air balloons in the bright blue sky.

Our walking meditation guide says, you were born for the power of the Earth to run through you; and for you to run through her as well. "We are bipeds!" was his sounding call; two-legge...

August 7, 2019

Thank you for your trust in us, said Richard. We come from a unique place in that, we have no need to gain and nothing to lose. With a wry smile and a laugh he says, we're not trying to build careers here. Besides, he adds with a twinkle in his eye, it's not our work we're sharing; it's the perennial tradition.

Cynthia speaks. The beliefs from the traditional systems of power are breaking down. The...

November 5, 2016

Bright yellow, orange and red leaves chase each other across the empty basketball court, doing cartwheels, flipping like autumn cheerleaders.

In the distance, a lonely bagpipe sounds his mating call; hipsters busking in the bushes carry on unmoved.

It's all perfectly normal.

A dad lights a rocket. It shoots 20-30-40 feet in the air. Two little boys at his feet ballet-dance for joy, eyes to the sky, r...

July 9, 2016

To be in the world, but not of it. What the heck does that mean? It means, to hold the pain, not repress it, but also not act out of it. To let it touch you, deeply; perhaps even make you weep. To hold those who are suffering in your heart, while at the same time feeling the pain of those who inflict it. Becoming a person who doesn't have all the answers because the world is messy, but being one w...

March 3, 2016

Standing atop a massive observation deck in South Korea, I was overlooking the man-made border cutting Korea in two. The immediate boundary was clear. The dark, desolate, depressing landscape of North Korea stretched out for miles in front of me. For the first few hundred yards, there were no trees and no bushes; nothing but dirt. Life had been stripped from the land to discourage North Korean cit...

December 3, 2015

A friend recently asked me to post this "white paper" I had written a few years ago on the benefits of storytelling. It was published in the 2010 International PRSA Conference periodical, where I also did a poster presentation. I also presented this at the Ferris State University College of Business Colloquium in February 2011. Enjoy!

 

 

Story: A Powerful Tool of Influence

by Patrick Bishop

 

Introduct...

November 20, 2015

Every month (or so!), I post one of my poems (paired with one of my pictures), sharing its origin and some of its essence. Here is my Poem & Pic of the Month for November 2015:

 

Known as I am Known

by Patrick Bishop

Science can explain almost any phenomenon:

Why a candle burns

How food becomes energy

Where the monarch flies

How mirror neurons trigger a smile

 

But, when I watch the candle

I don't under...

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