“Avatar: The Way of Water” came out in 2022.  I loved the first Avatar and a few years ago I tried out part two on Disney Plus.  Maybe fifteen minutes in, I said “No” and turned off the TV.  I probably said something like “It’s nowhere near as good as the first one.”

Now it’s 2026, and last night.  “What the hell.  Give ‘er another try.”  So I did.

It’s not that I was wrong on my first brief viewing.  Who knows where my mind was in the moment?

But yesterday!  The screen filled my soul.  Mom and dad now had kids: two sons and two daughters.  And they were seeking shelter with a neighbouring clan – one which knew the sea, not the forest.

The beauty flowed for three hours.  The love, the pain of not knowing what “home” is.  And the turquoise water world, full of magical creatures.  I was entranced.

I look at the “back thens” of my life, and the moments of now that keep spilling out.  Who was that guy in 1969, 1988, 2012?  Well … they were all me, but different renditions of Bruceness.  One no better than another.

It’s tempting to think that the 2026 version is the finished product, but that’s not true.  There’s more to come.

And so …

What will emerge in this body and heart

Tomorrow, on my birthday in January, and as 2030 approaches?

“It’s unknown, isn’t it?”

I’ve had a love/boredom relationship with books.  At times a favourite author would overwhelm everyone else, and absorb my soul.

Da Free John, Stephen King, Ken Wilber, Jack Kornfield, Jiddu Krishnamurti …

And then came long periods when I couldn’t care less.  About five years ago, I looked at my full bookshelves, realized that there were countless volumes that I hadn’t read, and would never read.  And so, an executive decision:

I gave them all away – at least 200

Since arriving in Belgium in 2023, an old habit has reared its lovely head: buy books.  As Walt Whitman said …

I am inconsistent, I contain multitudes

One more time, the dreaded word accumulation:

“Gradually collecting things over time”

And sadly, not a very discriminating collecting.  Bloated once more – not as bad as yesteryear … but still fat.

Four days ago, I went lean and lovely.  And the Oxfam store of used stuff was the beneficiary.  You see the result in this photo.  When I gaze upon these volumes, I feel the power of authors who align with me.  We don’t always agree, but we’re together.  Companions.  Brothers and sisters.

If you can enlarge the photo, you’ll see author names.  Philip Pullman and Cornelia Funke dominate but there are other superstars of the heart.  Plus two coiled books of song lyrics.

I smile when I see the expanse that you’re gazing upon.  Only one name is missing.  Months ago, a young man asked me “What one book would you recommend I read?”  The answer came easily: The Wise Heart by Jack Kornfield.  So I gave my copy to him for a few weeks.

Then he disappeared from my life, along with Jack’s words.  (Sigh)  But in the spirit of happy endings, Amazon is delivering The Wise Heart on Thursday.  I will slip it in among the others.

The family will be together

And I will sleep well

The World Cup finished yesterday.  Forty-eight nations battled for the title of world champion.  And the fans of forty-eight nations jumped up and down in the stands, cheering on their compatriots.

Spain won.  Actually I think all the teams won – Algeria, Cabo Verde, Mexico, Brazil, Iran … and a very big etcetera.

This morning I’m sitting in the world again.  It’s called Lloyd Coffee Eatery.  I know most of the staff members, and what country they’re from.  Et voilà:

The Women

India, Venezuela, Germany, Turkey, Italy, Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Philippines, Morocco, Afghanistan, Ethiopia, Pakistan, Belgium

The Men

Algeria, Belgium, Ghana, Morocco

Isn’t that wild!?

Fifteen countries

Twenty-four human beings

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And … twenty-four nice people

What this world of ours needs

Yesterday, in a Zoom meeting of many Evolutionary Collective members, the teacher talked of “mutual transparency” – telling the truth to each other, no hidden agendas, no fake smiles, no antagonism.

I sat and thought.  And realized …

I’ve changed

My stance a few years ago when talking to people was clear.  When something difficult arose in my brain, I’d think …

I can’t tell them that!

Often I wouldn’t apologize if I was in the wrong.  Too scary.

But it took so much energy to hide!

***

My time in the EC has contributed to an opening, an embracing of “all of it” … the comfy and the terrifying.

And so my current life includes these realities:

1.  When I forget someone’s name, I say this:

I forget your name

2.  When I don’t understand what someone has just said, I say this (most of the time):

I don’t understand what you just said

3.  When I forget to do something that I said I’d do (that is when I break my word), I say this:

I promised to do [something] and I forgot to do it.  I caused you problems.  I apologize

I also apologize if I misinterpreted what someone said, and took action based on my assumption – action that caused the other person problems.

***

And so I believe this is true …

I’m free

I was sitting in Izy Coffee this morning, talking to my friend Filip and sipping my cappuccino.

A man off in a corner looked unsteady.  A few minutes later, I glanced at him again.  He was lying on the floor.

It was easy to assume he was drunk, since yesterday was the beginning of Gentse Feesten … a ten-day celebration of music and sometimes all-night drinking.

Two police officers were walking by outside.  I got up and chased them down.  They came into Izy and roused the fellow.  So began a long conversation in Dutch.  Soon five other officers were standing nearby on the street.

Turns out that the fellow was drunk.  He bought an espresso to help him sober up.  He had been talking to Filip before I came in and came back to renew the contact.  I’ll call him “Matthias”.

Here’s what he said, approximately:

Why did someone call the cops on me?  I was just wasted

Bruce: “I’m the one who had the police talk to you.  I didn’t know if you were drunk or if you were having a big physical issue, like a heart attack.”

He looked at me wearily.

Matthias: “I just had too much to drink.”

Bruce: “Okay, but I didn’t know that.  What if you had died on the floor and I’d just sat there?”

Matthias: (grunting)

***

Filip headed home, and I invited Matthias to sit with me.  He offered to buy me a coffee or a beer and I said “No, thank you.  I don’t want anything.”  He tried again and I responded the same way.

We talked.  Turns out he is separated from his wife and dearly misses his six-year-old daughter when she’s with her mom.  Here in front of me was such loneliness, and such love for the little one.  Tears stayed in his eyes.

***

After awhile I wanted to leave

We shook hands

“Matthias”

“Bruce”

I read today about Jeanne Daman, a young teacher at a Jewish school in Brussels during World War II.  The Nazis had declared that Jewish kids could no longer go to school with other children.

Then the Nazis started “disappearing” Jewish adults, sending them to their deaths.  Jeanne realized that the school was a huge target for those who wanted to get rid of “impure” people.  So she found Belgium families willing to hide a Jewish child.

By the end of the war, Jeanne and her colleagues had protected the lives of about 2000 children – young ones who grew up to be old ones, with their own children and grandchildren.

I’m in awe of Jeanne.  And yet comparing myself to her yields no fruit.

How do I measure the contributions I make to other people during my lifetime?

Look at the colours.  I’m going to call the yellow one “neutral”.  The lifetime effect on the world is a net zero … neither positive nor negative.

Light green means a moderate positive effect.  Dark green an immense positive effect.  Orange is a moderate negative effect – more harming than nurturing.  And then there’s red.  No explanation needed.

***

I don’t have to be Jeanne

I’ll smile from within my light green

I hope you live there too

I like my mind.  I’m glad it’s attached to the rest of me.  And I need to treat it as the precious gem it is.  As Mahatma Gandhi said …

I will not let anyone walk through my mind with their dirty feet

I need to watch other people, and I need to watch me.

My mind doesn’t stay put.  Sometimes it roams all over my head and sometimes it’s a pinpoint: focused, decisive, clear as glass.

I have both … regularly.

You’ll be happy to know that on Saturday, July 25 I’m meeting Christine at 3:00.  So says my Samsung calendar.  The trouble is … I don’t know who Christine is.  For a day now I’ve been grunting with the effort to remember her.

No luck.  The only Christine I know is a dear friend who lives in the U.K.  And I’m pretty sure I haven’t bought a Eurostar ticket that would take me through the tunnel under the English Channel.

So the mystery hangs in the air.

***

As for the other end of things, I’ve decided:  I will not go on trips that expose me to high heat and humidity. 

And so I’m writing this from Gent, not from the Dour Festival.  I cancelled my reservation for dancing and camping.  The festival runs from July 15 till the 19th.  The weather forecast has changed for Friday to Sunday: the temperatures will drop.  Still, my mind said “No” a few days ago, and I agreed.

Part Two of heat and humidity is my planned trip with friends to Senegal in October.  I just said “No” to that too.  I cancelled my flight.

I will dearly miss seeing people I love in the town of Toubacouta but the laser beam of my current mind sees the issue clearly.

October in Senegal is still in the rainy season.  Historical weather data and Bruce data show this:

77-years-old

Average high temperature 35°C (95°F)

Average humidity 75%

…

The AI verdict?

“Extremely dangerous”

So Gent will also be my domicile in October.  It points to what has become a favourite mantra of mine …

I don’t want to

***

Like yesterday, my head is held high.  It feels strange to say but “Me first” has a place in my life.

Yesterday Spain defeated France 2-0 in the semi-final of the World Cup.  Kylian Mbappé, the captain of Les Bleus, was devastated.  He had given all the physical and emotional that he had.

After the game, he had this to say:

Now, it is something we have to face with our heads held high.  I believe that when you win, you win with your head held high; so when you lose, you have to lose with your head held high, too.

The crush of defeat surrounded Kylian, and still he had the grace to utter these words.

So Kylian teaches me.

When all is going wrong, where is my chin?  Pointed to the floor?  Or facing straight ahead?

And what of the rest of my body?

My arms.  Crossed?  Hands on the hips?  Or simply hanging loose by my sides?

My mouth.  Forced down, becoming stone?  Or loose and curling up at the corners?  Perhaps softly at rest.

My legs.  Kicking out at life?  Rigid in the knees?  Or bending just a bit as they flow over the Earth?

My toes.  Scrunched tight into the floor?  Or enjoying the wee space between each one?

And … the mind.  Crammed with pokey thoughts of ill will?  Or on the river of life: feeling the momentum, and the support of the water?

***

I sense that even in the darkest times

Kylian Mbappé’s body knows what to do

If you’re wondering about the crowning moment of my athletic career, the first thing I’ll say is there really hasn’t been such a career.

But still, I’ve had highlights on the playing field.  One especially.

It was the summer of ’86 and we staff members of Fiddlers restaurant in Lethbridge, Alberta, Canada were having a picnic.  After too much food and drink, we decided to have a softball game.  I don’t know what Europeans know about North American sports, so here’s some info:

Softball is like baseball, except played with a bigger and softer ball.  In baseball, you stand at home plate, hit the ball and hopefully run to first base (to the right), then second, then third, then back home … the route looks like a diamond.

My turn up to bat.  With a semi-mighty swing, I launched the ball to the outfield (that is, far from home plate).

I didn’t think – I just did.  I ran to third base!  To the left.  Then I roared past second … and slid into first.  Safe!

I looked up at my teammates and my opponents.  Mouths were agape, heads were shaking, voices were raised.  Apparently I was an idiot.

***

I’m enjoying the World Cup of football on TV.  For the uninitiated, in football (or soccer) you’re not allowed to use your hands, or even let the ball touch your arms.

In the spirit of zooming to third base, I’m fantasizing about a player grabbing the ball and running full tilt down the field.  Then throwing the ball past the goaltender into the upper right corner of the net.  Goal!

No doubt the same open mouths

***

And so I dream

I’ve written “Bruce’s Blog” for twelve years.   I believe that I’ve never asked someone “What should I write about today?” and then compose words about their answer … no matter the topic.

Today I did exactly that. 

I’d been sitting in Lloyd Coffee Eatery with a big space in my head.  “Topic-less” you might say.  So I asked Hiba, one of the servers.  She agreed to tell me what to write about.  “Come back in fifteen minutes and I’ll compose around whatever you say.”

Hiba returned …

Is it better to pour your heart out or keep it all in?

Woh!  That’s brilliant.  I was hoping she wouldn’t say “Write about the floor.”

***

I say let your heart flow.  Speak the truth, with the intention to give, not to smash.  The words “I love you” (all three of them together) seem to have disappeared from the lives of most people.

And if you see some shining beauty as you walk in the world, such as the dew on a spider’s web at sunrise, share it with your companion.  “Do you see that?  Wow!”

If you don’t let your heart roam over the planet, if you compact everything inside …

You will sooner or later get sick

(So I contend)

Don’t pour your opinions out.  They so easily slip from the mouth.  “Why do you always dress in dull brown?  That’s so boring.”  Keep it to yourself.  And who knows, maybe another’s fashion choices will grow on you.

When you’re with someone you trust, be emotionally naked.  No walls.  No hidden bits.  The truth, spoken with love, heals.

It’s a joy to be “flat” with a beloved one.  That is … there’s nothing of importance left unsaid between the two of you.  Issueless.

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I hope you read this, Hiba

Thank you for inspiring me