I always equate karma with timing. I have been at extreme points in my life, between jobs, leaving the Corps, retiring, moving to another country, getting a divorce. But just when I was on the last knot of the karmic rope about to fall into the black hole and abyss of the unknown, I was rescued at the last moment. Timing is about alignment. The essence of timing is life unfolding through what we do and when we do it. In this sense, timing becomes a bridge between opportunity

Years ago, I was with a group of former Marines helping out a Marine’s ailing father manage farm chores in the Midwest. As a northern boy raised in the city, I had no knowledge of the management and difficulties of tending acres of corn, soybeans and vegetables, irrigation, and weed control. Tending to livestock, bailing hay, driving tractors, and milking cows were not in my skillset. Sitting for breakfast at 5 a.m. was a shock as I sat frozen, staring at a large slice of rhu