It has been many moons since I have written here at FWP. To all of my readers, I apologize. As some of you are aware, I have been in self-imposed exile – a seclusion of the most thorough and reflective kind. I owe it to all of you, to share my story, and with your help, get back into the flow of things. Sharing the power and beauty of the Lotus Sutra, and the wonders of the eternal Buddha, Shakyamuni, is the most important aspect of my life

There have been many times over the past six months that I have wanted to share what has transpired, but a voice inside me has over-ridden that impulse, stressing  the time was not right and that I was not yet ready to share such intimate details of my very real drama that was actually a life or death struggle.

Please let me stop here until tomorrow, when I can share in detail the psychological and yes, physical pain, of love’s oft merciless whipping post and the feeble hope of cessation. Until tomorrow, thanks you, my dear friends and wise readers. I am wounded but the scars are healing. I’m wiser, but I’ve been humbled. I’m stronger, but as weak as a starved man left to die in the desert of desire. I’m back. I am back.