Lately, I’ve been wondering about something.

Why is it that we can want something with all our heart…

…and still spend years moving away from it?

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I don’t like talking about fear.

Not because it’s uncomfortable to admit I’m afraid.

Because fear has a strange way of exposing things I’d rather keep to myself.

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I don’t like being angry.

I never have.

My own anger frightens me sometimes.

Other people’s anger does too.

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People often ask me what inner work actually looks like.

It’s a difficult question to answer.

Mostly because it looks different for each of us.

But if I had to choose one metaphor…

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One of the things writing has taught me is that perspective has a rhythm.

Sometimes I need to zoom in.

To spend half an hour looking for a single word.

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There is a book by Jack Kornfield called After the Ecstasy, the Laundry.

The title of this book is a masterpiece, as it nails the essence of the book perfectly.

It captures something that is easy to forget when we talk about profound spiritual experiences.

Eventually, life resumes.

I sometimes wonder when we stop trusting ourselves.

Not trusting our knowledge.

Or our intelligence.

Trusting our intuition, our inner knowing.

Writing about this feels… uncomfortable.

Not because I don’t have an opinion.

But because, whether I like it or not, I’m part of this world.

Every once in a while, a single line from a song refuses to leave me alone.
For years, it’s been this one by Paul Simon:
“You know the nearer your destination, the more you’re slip slidin’ away.”
I’ve wondered about that line more times than I can count.

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There are moments in life when we don’t particularly enjoy our own company.

We’re anxious.

Confused.

Overwhelmed.