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Men healing – Round 2

Wakime HauserJune 26, 20254,461 Leave a comment

After last year’s unforgettable experience in Vermont for the first-ever Men’s Health Retreat, I knew this second gathering would be something special. But what I didn’t anticipate was how much deeper it would take root in my soil and…

Shades of a Man (Podcast)

For those who’ve been following my journey, reading my blogs, sharing my words, reflecting…

Growth takes time!

I wasn’t always the man I am today. In fact, for a long time,…

Men’s deserve to heal

It was a cold, rainy Saturday morning, and my schedule was already stacked. But…

50 years deep!

I was driving Uber the other day, heading from Avon down to Foxwoods Casino.…

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September 3, 2023

BRICK by BRICK

Building a 1000 square foot home with standard bricks typically requires around 7000 bricks. Each brick must be carefully laid, as any mistake can set off a domino effect, possibly leading to the structure’s collapse. I have fond memories of watching my Aunt’s brick home being constructed in the late 1970s. There were pallets of bricks all around, and each day showed significant progress. Although I had to leave before completion, when I returned the following summer, the house stood solid and welcoming. To me, the phrase “brick by brick” symbolizes the step-by-step approach, often involving manual labor. In life, many seek shortcuts or hacks to achieve their goals, but true accomplishments require embracing the process. Some may even pay for shortcuts, like buying a license in a trade or skill. My Aunt purchased a driver’s license but couldn’t drive, illustrating that shortcuts don’t grant true abilities. She had to learn to drive, just as I did. I distinctly remember learning to drive from my grandfather at a young age. Starting with a riding lawnmower at age 6, I gradually gained experience until I could smoothly shift gears in a manual car by age 14. Despite these skills, I couldn’t,...

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April 25, 2024

My circle, The power of the Mat!

As I stood on the mat, rooted yet weightless amidst the palpable energy, my mind embarked on a journey. Nine men, all of color on this particular day, were poised to enter tranquility alongside me. I am both a student and a teacher of yoga, still navigating the novice levels, yet to some in the group, I appeared as an expert. Our class unfolds in segments, each spanning 10-15 minutes, with every yogi taking their turn to lead. Each individual possesses a unique profundity that imbues the room with a radiant energy that inspires. As I awaited my turn, I glanced around the room, struck by the remarkable men surrounding me. Three were newly acquainted, their introductions exuding an aura that instantly captured my attention. One regards me as a mentor, young enough to be my son. Two others have been constants in my life for nearly three decades. And then there’s the man I fondly call “the tree,” a figure whispered about in mutual circles for over a decade, whose recent collaboration with me brought immense joy. In that moment, I was in awe, elevated by the sheer magnificence of the company I kept. Taking a deep breath, I,...

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February 26, 2023

4th Street Projects: 5H

5 H was the place! It was my favorite place to be for many reasons. Mainly because it was pretty much the meeting place for all my cousins. It also was the place where my grandmother lived Mount Vernon was the City, New York was the State, and the 4th street projects was the domain. I felt the safest at my grandmother’s house in the projects. I lived in many places in my life with low crime. Although the projects could be dangerous, I felt safe at all times. I attribute that to my grandmother. I had many fights, but everyday life prepared me for those fights, so they were rarely faced with fear. I mean I fought because I was afraid, but I didn’t fear fighting. I feared being hurt. I feared my Parents, Grandparents, Aunts and Uncles, NOT my peers. I didn’t like fighting and I believe I cried during every fight I ever had! My grandmother was the nicest, meanest woman you ever could meet. Her nickname was “mad dog”. It is common for everyone in the projects to have a nickname and mad dog fit her perfectly. She was sweet until you provoked her. Then Lucifer,...

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April 18, 2024

Shame on us!

As a child, I often questioned the necessity of mundane tasks like brushing my teeth, attending school, and adhering to rules. They seemed like mere control tactics, albeit necessary ones. However, as I’ve grown, I’ve come to appreciate these seemingly trivial chores for what they truly are: character and discipline builders. I shudder to think what state my teeth would be in had I neglected daily brushing. The habit, ingrained in me since childhood, is now second nature. Looking back, my poor dietary habits as a youth resulted in multiple cavities, highlighting the importance of daily oral hygiene. Now, as a teacher, I grasp the significance of education in shaping a productive society. While I advocate for improvements in the public school system, I firmly believe in the transformative power of education. Despite holding three degrees, I reflect on my own educational journey with a tinge of regret. Rushing into college straight after high school, I lacked direction and squandered my undergraduate years in a haze of parties. Even during a year-long hiatus working, clarity eluded me. I simply knew I didn’t want a life confined to a factory. As for rules, I once scoffed at them, always seeking shortcuts—a,...

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January 27, 2025

Birthday wish #52

A few weeks ago I proudly made it to age 52. Birthdays have always been a reflective time for me, a moment to pause and take stock of where I’ve been, where I am, and where I’m heading. At 52 years old, my birthday wishes no longer resemble the ones I made as a child or even as a young man. The things I used to dream about seem like echoes of a different person—a person who didn’t yet understand the weight and beauty of self-discovery. Now, my wishes have evolved into something deeper, something more profound: I wish for me to be the best version of myself. When I was a kid, my birthday wishes were simple and sweet. I’d blow out the candles on my cake, grinning from ear to ear, and hope for the latest toys that caught my eye. Action figures, bikes, and the like were treasures that lit up my world. Life was about adventure back then, about the joy of play and the endless possibilities of what could be. My young self couldn’t have imagined the complexities and challenges that adulthood would bring, but that innocence was its own kind of magic. As I,...

Men healing – Round 2
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Shades of a Man (Podcast)
- May 30, 2025
Growth takes time!
- May 14, 2025
Men’s deserve to heal
- April 25, 2025

Men healing – Round 2