I’m reminded recently of the gap: of the moment of choice we have before each movement forward, the space between us and our response. I witnessed it most loudly this […]
More often than I would like, my ideas remain mere sticky notes, or half-completed projects, neglected and—although well-intentioned—they avoid the grand launch I had so envisioned…
Wouldn’t I rather fall, tumble, learn lessons and trip doing what I love?
Wouldn’t I rather climb back up again with an incredible view of my own, beneath a blanket of stars?
Wouldn’t I rather learn lessons in my truth, rather than in normalcy? Plenty have learned lessons from the worn path—isn’t it insanity not to hear them?