ginoism grew out of his disappointment with higher education…what are you doing here? they asked…we don’t ask those kinds of questions in ph.d. programs, they mocked.…stick to the syllabus…learning and laughter don’t go together…gino longed to be heard…but they didn’t know how to listen…he needed a way to explain…a place to be heard…an audience ready to listen with more than their credentials…

ralph waldo emerson appears… hello, he says…self-reliance…slay dragons…stop worrying about them…they can’t hear you…they are bred to follow…copy and paste…quote and mimic…too busy bowing to high priests of tradition to see what you see… joseph campbell introduces himself…mythology…ritual…ecstatic joy…emerson and campbell, together…doors open…portals of passion…gino walks through…never looks back.

life begins again…on new ground…hallowed ground…the fertile grounds of creation…in the earth…on the family farm…tracking animals…exploring the wild west…canyons…mountains…deserts…communing in nature…man-made time gives way to infinite space…gino journals…monk-led excursions…silent retreats…book writing…yoga practicing…kirtan playing…script writing… desert survival camps…movie directing…old world shedding away…a new world emerging, every morning.

a method emerges…black and white to color…mundane to sacred…pedestrian to provocative…his wilder self drives him…guides him…fuels him…speaks with fire…writes to heal…films with zeal…guides spiritually…spiritually guided…artistic entrepreneur living far off the wall- street grid of pinstripe suits…gino thrives in the marketplace of creation and commerce…remaining true to his sacred temple of consciousness…

yet all in the name of what?…no, not the customer…achievement is to serve… not for another bullet point on your resume…but for others…in healing…we find friends…community finds us…and in turn…we discover new reflections of ourselves that help us see nature’s endless expansiveness…entrusted by the divine energy percolating within…we share living…

for you who longs…not for another thousand square feet to your house…but for the unknown…for you who knows the more our old selves die off…the more we become our authentic selves…for you who knows…out of death marches birth…for you who yearns for the silence of deep listening, the sacredness of engaging nature, and the movement of the body…