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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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Perspective of the Stars

I’ve thought about the stars light years away looking down at me, us, and our worried minds, our concerns of who and what and how other people see us and the stars, billions of years old, who watch every

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Passionate Appreciation

The ease with which we forget our own effectiveness is underwhelmingly overwhelming. For some reason, there’s an innate ability in humans to overlook the effects we have on the people around us.

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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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Step 2, the rest of it.

While it’s still fresh, I move on to step 2. Notice step 1. There’s a story of two men who lead separate lives but whose stories intertwine closely. There was one man, completely healthy and

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Have you ever been

Have you ever been somewhere that elated you? Where are you? do you ever stop and recognize where you are? not your place, but where you’ve come to be, who you’ve come to be?   I’ve

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meta doodle dandy

What about when everything changes and we’re left with remains running through our fingers like sand? Can you raise your hands and see through the holes at the stars that lay beyond? Are you free?

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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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