Some moments of my life are effortless and rewarding, the way it is for a surfer who catches a wave or when a musician is really tight in the pocket. Others seem to be pulled slowly and painfully from
I was only a writer for so long
without knowing why and how
it would make me happy but
expressing myself was relief
I had something to say and
I didn’t know if anyone wanted
to hear it or if it could
In my last post on dialogue, I left a few questions open for discussion and further review:
“There’s much more to the matter: what else do we desire from conversation? Why are we often afraid
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
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
What is it about revelations that are so powerful, so attractive?
I love them. They are literally a part of my day, every day, because I choose so. I enjoy the moment, the a-ha of a discovery.
play while reading
I just need someone to leave me alone
someone who doesn’t call for 3 or 5 days
someone to make me wonder
i need to wonder.
A quick dance with myself
makes me wonder
“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
Are we rivers or roads?
Imagine a network that joins together and leads to one place, one grand destination in the western country, sort of like the journey to Boulder in the Stand.
Imagine it starts as