The first stone
from the Lair of the Wild Man When my eyes opened this morning, my head had been working for some time already. I woke with a late-night conversation poking at my sensibilities and weighing on my heart. A man I have known only briefly through social media has begun to interject divisive, strongly rhetorical conservative talking points to my posts. We disagree fiercely on core issues. When I sit with this kind of conflict, I see the...
Guest Post: A Blessing and a Challenge for the New Year
Republished with permission from Masculinity-Movies.com by Eivind Figenschau Skjellum (video greeting at the bottom) 2014 has been a year of enormous change and growth for me and most of the people I know and love. If you are someone who is in honest conversation with your life, I bet you’ve had the same experience. We are in many ways in over our heads, with lives full of activity. And while “activity” used to mean that...
Symbols of Transformation – Talisman
by Randy Marks Nine years ago, I joined the Mankind Project (MKP.org) after completing the New Warrior Training Adventure (NWTA). The Project changes the world by helping men heal and serve others, including their families, friends, and all humanity. The Talisman I received at that NWTA is probably my most valued possession. It originally was just a red pouch on a leather cord. Over the years, I added a lot of beads and other...
A Circle of Men
by Les Gaines I sit in a circle with Men who are ready to go within, whose eyes blaze like diamonds in disguise and whose bodies are poised with determination. Unwilling to compromise, and using clever minds as a honing device, the brothers listen in. For groans and moans of shadows and doubts that utter, “I am less than.” In this circle of men, we find traces of hopes we’ve seen before, hidden behind childhood doors arousing pain we...
My Poem 310: Meeting Wisdom
My Poem 310: Meeting Wisdom The shaman knows those noises… They sometimes disturb the hunt…they are sometimes the result of the hunt… You see, the shaman has kept to his roots, not like the shamans reed flute, having been cut from its root, its soundings are the lamentations of the broken hearted which the shaman knows but he Also knows of the healed heart… knows the Icy grags and shadowed vales…becoming...