I'm joining Service Space because ... I founded a global community to do what I can to make a positive difference in the world, and then discovered how ServiceSpace is already doing this, on a large scale in such a beautiful way, with so much to teach me.
A good day to me is when ... I can reach out and connect with others, and find ways to share our journeys.
My hero in life is ...My father, my wife, my daughter, my son, my teachers and my friends.
My favorite book is ...Book of Formation (ancient Kabalistic text), Tao Te Ching, The Essential Rumi, Complete Works of Shakespeare
One thing I'm grateful for is ... The awesome gift of the beauty of this world; the chance to connect with others to pass this gift on to future generations.
Oct 13, 2018, 1 comments, 10 smiles Last Saturday, we had the privilege of hosting Awakin Call with Dimple Parmar. The founder of Love Heals Cancer based in Delhi, India, Dimple Parmar is a force to be reckoned with. Determined to serve humanity and bring a smile to everyone's face, she is a person who believes in letting the power of love and care engulf one’s life. After losing her loving partner and husband Nitesh Prajapat to the formidable disease at an extremely young age (and having married him even after he received a Stage IV cancer diagnosis), Dimple has applied her business and entrepreneurial skills to guide and support those battling cancer. Her organization aims to provide information on natural self-care – healthy food, meditation, and exercise – and complementary therapies to heal body, mind, and soul. She also aims to assist with the emotional and spiritual dimensions of cancer, aiding families to discover that illness can ... Read Full Story
Oct 10, 2018, 2 comments, 4 smiles This week's Awakin Call guest: 'Dimple Parmar: Marrying Into Cancer -- And Finding LoveReflection questions: Our guest this week surrendered to the difficult circumstances of caring for a dear friend -- and found love, for him and for others, as well as her life's purpose. How has surrender in the face of difficulty spurred you forward to love, meaning and purpose?
Jul 20, 2018, 4 smiles Sunset Our days come and go. So do our seasons and years and lives. At the end of the day I invite you to step out with me into the evening to watch the sunset. The canvass of sea and sky is the one we’ve witnessed every day from the high deck of this home, the one we’ve created together. But the flowing paint of cloud and light as the sun slips into the sea, the pure beauty, pure joy – is just for this moment. Tomorrow we’ll be tending to the work of maintenance needed in this season to keep our home, and our bodies, a while longer. But in this moment, the one where everything is changing and everything is eternal, I’ll just hold you.
Jun 29, 2018, 1 comments, 4 smiles Trip Log June 16: Amanda -- Sometimes we learn more from what we don’t know than from what we know. And when we learn about what we don’t know, the ground under our feet — and the spirit within us — can change. Every year I hike up to the lookout at Cape Perpetua on the Oregon coast. On a clear day you can see 70 miles of coastline. Sometimes it's bright and sunny; sometimes dark and mysterious. Either way, I'm always in awe of the beauty. But there's a detour I've previously avoided: the Amanda Trail. 3.2 miles steep downhill into the town of Yachats, and then the steep 3.2 mile return climb -- too much for me. Better to stay at the lookout and enjoy the world from up here. But still, every year when I pass by the trail I wonder: who ... Read Full Story
Jun 27, 2018, 10 smiles Trip Log June 15: Magnificence --- Of all this vast world, what fills you most with awe, wonder, amazement? Is it the great expanses of space and time, or tiny ones? Is it looking up, or looking down? I’m contemplating all this today as I hike up the steep Saint Perpetua Trail high above the Oregon coast. Last week I was a guest living among the giant, ancient redwoods. Today the vast spaces of the coast are stretched out before me, but my eye is drawn down instead to the magnificence of the tiny wildflowers. We learn from the mathematics of fractals how patterns in nature repeat themselves no matter how large or small the scale. My teacher Reb Shlomo taught that there are different ways of learning. Sometimes it takes a lifetime. Sometimes it happens in one infinite moment. When she was six years old my daughter Noe said to me, “Dad, did you know that kids know as much as adults?” “Really?” I said. “Yeah!” she said. “We just know different things!” The great Indian poet Rabindranath Tagore wrote: “The butterfly counts not months but moments. And has time enough.”
Jun 25, 2018, 2 comments, 10 smiles Trip Log June 12: Legacy Part 2 -- Kaddish -- It’s not always so easy to align the human calendar with the forest calendar. Sometimes it means being open to surprise. Last night began the 18th yahrzeit (anniversary of his passing) of my father Sam Coopersmith. I set out to honor him in the traditional way, to light a candle and say the ancient Kaddish prayer. But as the sun was setting and the wind kept shifting, I found myself multitasking: struggling to keep the candle from blowing out, fending off the mosquitoes, adding an extra layer of clothing, keeping things from blowing away. I went through the motions, but didn’t feel much connection with either my father or the forest. This morning the weather is mild and calm. With the tent and camping gear packed and in the car, I’m preparing to leave and head north. In a way that I ... Read Full Story
Jun 19, 2018, 7 smiles TRIP LOG JUNE 12: LEGACY After four days with you, my mind is quiet enough to feel your presence. The peace, the serenity, the timeless joyful stillness. By providing for the life of your offspring for 10,000 generations, you’ve perfected the art of legacy. Not so with us. We’re a younger species. In this generation we’re blindly destroying the web of life that we and our offspring, and yours, need to live. But all is not lost. You remember — exactly 100 years ago while aggressive lumber-baron armies were cutting you down, sawing you up, selling your pieces to make a few men rich — that famous picnic right here in this forest. The one with Rockefeller. How a small group of humans who travelled here to observe were horrified by what they saw. How they decided to pool their wealth for something even more precious: to buy you back your forest. How the ... Read Full Story
Jun 10, 2018, 2 comments, 6 smiles TRIP LOG JUNE 10: VOLUNTEER — As I’m helping myself to coffee at the Visitor Center, a short, stocky guy in his 60s wanders over, spreads out his arms, and says, “Isn’t this a glorious morning?” The brass sign on his park uniform says Volunteer / Scott. “It sure is Scott,” I say. In past years I’ve avoided the Visitor Center. After all, I’ve come for a quiet retreat, to live alone in a tent, commune with the forest, and restore my soul. Crowds of noisy tourists stopping off for a quick nature fix are not what I had in mind. But this year feels different. I’m feeling more open. “I love talking with the visitors!” Scott confides. “They come and ask me what to do. I answer, ’What do you like? A quick hike? A moderate hike? Time by the river? Fishing? A picnic?’ I help each one discover the right ... Read Full Story
Jun 09, 2018, 4 smiles TRIP LOG JUNE 8: NOISE When I get to the redwood forest, the trees welcome me with the ancient eloquence of their silence. I’ve been away so long I’ve almost forgotten this feeling. My heart fills with tears of love. Friday evening at the campsite, I silently prepare to answer them with the ancient eloquence of the ritual Shabbos (Sabbath) meal — candles, wine, challah, special foods, prayers and blessings. Then comes the noise. The insistent, dominating whine from the camper that’s just pulled into the next camp site. I try to ignore it, to still my mind, to return to the loving gratitude of the ritual. I can’t do it. The noise is now dominating my evening. What to do? A couple of years ago something similar happened. I felt upset and angry, walked over to the family in the camper, and asked them to have some consideration for other campers and please ... Read Full Story
Jun 04, 2018, 3 comments, 5 smiles Home is comfortable, solid, familiar, connected, the life I know: a place, a role, a family, a community, a tradition, a culture, a nation. The journey separates me from home, isolates me. Liberated from constraints, expectations, identity, family and community, there is only moment-to-moment attention to what is going on around me, to the present, free for what is new and unexpected. Home connects and grounds. The journey frees and renews. Life asks: when?