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Category Archives for dreams

Magic, what?

There’s an unpopular prerogative that every human has, a thing we were all born with the rights to the way a lion is born with a place in a pride. It’s magic. There are so many words in the

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Lucid Dreaming

Why do we dream? Maybe we need to, the way we have to evacuate our bowels or polish off that last bite of steak even though we’re full. It’s not (often) a choice, to dream. It just happens.

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Pleasure

Pleasure has taken a sinful tint, sometime in the past few centuries. Perhaps it has to do with the whole sinful movement to begin with, but I’m not here to preach to the preachers, I’m here

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Sir Sapling

I get it, there are plenty of people out there who are kind, respectful, agreeable, and overall incredibly underwhelming. We have enough people like that in this world. In some parts of the world it’s

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Selection, Clarity, the Pocket

It’s said so often in many different ways. It occurred to me this morning that each different way of saying something is like a different language. We can all essentially say the same things: I

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memory of love once known

I imagine casting a dry fly in a deserted, sandy, rock-banked creek. The water is aquamarine but crystal clear. I cast a fiberglass rod, firmly and gently. My fly, a mayfly imitation, lands delicately

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The space itself

I met a man who told me a story of everything that mattered most to him. He started with how he came to be a firefighter. It evolved from a learning experience that revealed to him the value of being

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The way of the clouds

“You can’t mess with presence,” were the words of my friend Lane tonight. (who is an amazing biohacker and Bulletproof coach!) It’s valid, she’s completely right. Accessing

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Hey it’s me, I’m dynamite

There’s a squirrel outside my window that I watch regularly. I usually see him out of the corner of my eye moving up or down an oak tree that’s on the fence line that separates my yard with

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Self talk

There is a hole in a wall that has always been like a log underwater where a fish lives it’s always been and always will He can swim through the darkness or not Does a fish know he swims in water? How

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