Your only job (that you’re not even doing.)

Your only job (that you’re not even doing.)

  “Not everyone will understand what you write about,” she said, looking slightly worried. “I know,” I said. “That’s because I don’t write for everyone.” My goal in writing is not to be understood, guide, teach, or take someone by the hand. I only have one goal, one...
Always waiting

Always waiting

You’re always waiting. Subtly.    Not in a way you’d call waiting. But it’s there,  as a quiet, background hum.   Waiting for the next step to be clear. Waiting for something to change. Waiting for that moment when everything clicks.   But it never...
No other way

No other way

Trust that you work your words  will find their way to whomever needs them.   Not because you force  or perfect them. Not because you show up consistently.   They find their way because wherever they go IS the way.   There is no other way.    ...
Life meeting itself.

Life meeting itself.

This lights me up:   A door opening in me. Suddenly, new life. Light. An aliveness that was there before but not as clearly felt.   The door opens, wide. Pure life energy flows through unhindered, effortless, free.   I follow where it takes me. It leads...
Why life feels empty without struggle

Why life feels empty without struggle

Struggle is addictive.  You don’t want to let it go, and secretly, you enjoy it. How do I know? Because I used to be addicted to it—even when I thought I wanted struggles gone forever. Why are you seduced by it? Because you don’t trust easy. That’s not real! Because...