that occurred to me today while my pride was in the process of re-dying all over again because someone I love was unveiling their heart in a way that grated against my priors exposed by narrowness love is death, I thought my death your death our death, together for one…

so what if yesterday I said that but today I said this so what if the this and the that are in conflict, warring I’m not static, I’m not a rug, I’m not a window frame — not a book already typeset and published and shelved and dusted over a hundred…

I sometimes struggle with self-esteem and challenges of insecurity. I don’t think there’s an easy formula. But when I’m aiming at those things are that good and bring me genuine joy then the insecurities seem to fade into the background, lose their grip, and transform from an insane steering wheel…

you can learn a lot about their mind and heart and frame and story if you slow down and be present and listen but you don’t have to you don’t have to listen or be curious no one is going to force you you could think you already know them…

this has become an essential practice for me: to reflect, breathe, refresh. 1-3 nights at a time. My view: we are better—for ourselves and everyone—when we take meaningful, nourishing pauses. A couple features of my retreats – changing my location: go somewhere different, outside of the usual rhythms of life.…