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Yet again, this apparent single lesson that I’ve learned is really a collection of related lessons. The first nugget hidden in the title above is that sometimes when we think we have accomplished something, we have just found a sneaky way to avoid it. I keep thinking that I have made real progress on letting […]

Wow, do I get this one. This one just feels so deeply true. I know this. I hope you do too 😊. I can feel this in my bones (and my mind as well). This may seem like an insignificant distinction to draw, but realizing that the mind and body are just one big system

I guess I could just call this “mea culpa” Let’s see if I can even think of all the things that I was screwing up this past week. All the ways that I insisted on plucking unhappiness from the jaws of WOW. Just some of the numerous things that I was doing and thinking and

I recently heard a phrase that really resonated with me. I still don’t understand it completely. I’m still trying it on for size. I’m pretty sure someone other than the person I heard it from coined it. I know it wasn’t me. There are no original ideas.   But I am trying to lean hard

Some of you can likely stop reading in a couple sentences; this may not resonate with or interest you. But, for me, with my insufferable monkey-brain permanently stuck on overdrive coupled with my insatiable need to learn everything before I die, such questions are irresistible. How can I measure “X” but really indirectly measure “Y”?

This, like essentially everything I think to share, is a rework of just breath and be present. Or, we always have all that we need. Or Zen is a finger pointing to the moon. Or, hurry never!   I have been honestly dreading today. If, my counting is correct (and of course that is the

There is only one truth. And that truth is NOW. The big question is are we able to hear it, to access it, to consider and hope and believe that it exists, to live it? Some are more useful or pleasant or direct paths, but all roads lead there. Go East or go West and

I’ve been working on this all day. It spontaneously came to me as I was hiking up a beautiful trail to a beautiful lake in a beautiful mountain range in a beautiful state. I just dropped a glass on the floor and it shattered into many hundred pieces all over the dining room and kitchen.

There is a tiny little picture I snapped of my daughter a few heart beats after she was born. I titled the photograph “three minutes old”. I can see that grainy image in full flip-phone level picture clarity any time I want by just thinking about it. That really is a bookmarked end of my

Why can I not stop working? Why do I feel ashamed or worthless or vulnerable if I switch from building or fixing or mowing to writing or painting or learning to code? I have learned how to feel okay with meditating and doing yoga and exercising. I have no idea how this has been accomplished.