Joy comes in silent ways,

happiness is more illusive

as we chase our many dreams,
wide-eyed with wonder

let us not forget
to live the breadth of each breath
and be thankful for simplicity

this life was handcrafted
specifically for us
to learn our lessons
in their perfect season

close your eyes,
quiet your mind,
tune your consciousness
to the harmony
of the Universe

realize, time takes
from us each second
but can also offers
us infinity in return.

~Eric Vance Walton~



Our walls tremble 
with every wind
and each of the world’s 
whispers remind 
of our impermanence 
yet my optimism,
it never fades

each of us, every one
are traveling this

upwards trajectory

that has the very same destination

I don’t love you 
in spite of your imperfections 
but because of them

each of them, every one
is like a diamond’s facet
a certain uniqueness

that leaves

its fingerprint 
on the Universe.

~Eric Vance Walton~

The Cure for Common Road Rage

I consider myself a peaceful and easy going individual most of the time, I’ve meditated and practiced yoga for almost twenty years. There are few things anymore that rile me up but one of them left are bad drivers. When I’m driving something transformative happens that reduces the level of my patience nearly to zero. It seems that drivers, more than ever, have their minds on anything and everything but driving. Rules of the road to them are mere “suggestions” and this would include lane markers, signs and traffic lights.

Yes, I admit was one of those horn-beeping, finger-flipping barbarians who would call you out for cutting me off, running a red light or drifting into my lane while steering with your knees, sipping your latte and checking your Facebook news feed. 

My cure came in the most unassuming way. Just recently I bought a used 2010 Honda Fit. This car is perfect for me in every way and inadvertently has ended my decade long, love/hate relationship with driving. I believe what this car has taught me could possibly cure road rage on a global level.

I’ll never forget the first day I discovered it. It was just a regular day and I was on the way to work. From the other direction someone turned left in front of me, nearly shearing off the first few inches of the front of my “new” car. I was furious and instinctively slammed my palm into the center of the steering wheel and then it happened… “eeeeeeeeep”. Just as a succession of fiery expletives were about to leave my lips I laughed instead. This was no normal horn, in fact it reminded me of the one on my old 1983 Tomos moped, if the battery were dying. The sound was embarrassingly dreadful and actually the antithesis of what a horn should be.

Just like that I’m a changed man! As my father so graciously taught me, the gestures and the expletives can come in any order but the horn beeping must proceed them both. That’s the way it is, there’s no other way. 

Instantly, years of anger were wiped clean. All it took was the embarrassment of a wimpy horn.

~Eric Vance Walton~