“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
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
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?
What we think of ourselves is often either tragically skewed from the truth of who we are, or desperately undervalued from how others see us.
What is it that keeps us from being what we dream we can be?