Luca is walking around the house a whole lot more. It’s adorable and hilarious to watch him waddle out of one room and wander down through the hall all by himself as he explores the house from this new altitude.
He also dunked on the mini hoop for the first time today! 🏀
Noah running off into a field full of fluffy dandelions. A peaceful sight moments before he began yelling and kicking them 😅
Driving home from daycare, I glance in the rearview mirror
Luca’s face adorned with admiration
His head turned sideways toward Noah
I turn around to watch Noah for a moment
Eyes closed, grinning in self-amusement
His head swaying softly, back and forth
Sketching slow infinities in the air
My writing practice might be more about noticing than it is about trying to make anything in particular happen. That frame of mind overcomes the paralyzing need to analyze why I’m writing, or what I want to get out of it.
By Derek Walcott (My father sent this to me recently)
The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you
Written by Rainer Maria Rilke Translated by Joanna Macy
God speaks to each of us as he makes us,
then walks with us silently out of the night.
These are the words we dimly hear:
You, sent out beyond your recall,
go to the limits of your longing.
Embody me.
Flare up like a flame
and make big shadows I can move in.
Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
“Deep down, is there something you want even more than happiness?"
This question surfaced during a coaching conversation today, while I was helping a client explore his beliefs about the nature and source of happiness.
At one point, I had an insight: the belief that “happiness comes from within” can be just as limiting as the belief that it’s found outside ourselves. The pithy (and painfully impractical) teaching “Happiness is uncaused” came to mind.
Just stretch and move your body slowly, and breathe for a few minutes while you listen to this. How much space can you leave for yourself?
Mantra: “Relax the shoulders, relax the heart” (via Stuart Clark)
Just let it come when it comes. You’re somewhere in a creative cycle right now. Patience isn’t a peaceful feeling. Allow it all.
“All this is a matter of daily remembering the facts you’ve heard, and putting them into practice, and remembering that you don’t have to live and must not live under the tyranny of compulsive costumes.”
— Vernon Howard
My first complete music project, lost messages, is now available Spotify and Apple Music.
LIBERATION
“How shall I get liberation?”
“Find out who has bound you,” said the Master.
The disciple returned after a week and said, “No one has bound me.”
“Then why ask to be liberated?”
That was a moment of Enlightenment for the disciple, who suddenly became free.
Excerpt from One Minute Wisdom by Anthony de Mello
You do it all the time, actually. Make a fist. Squeeze it tight. Now let go. Notice the feeling. Try it again.
This is the physical sensation of letting go.
Become familiar with the interior sense of contraction—in the body and mind.
The Last Time by Sam Harris (from his Waking Up app)
Recalling one of the first conversations I had with Overcoming Depression c. 2013. My dad had shown me the chat feature in this MS-DOS-based program years earlier, only for me to type some swear words into it and then quickly forget about it.
In 2013, though, I was desperate to find some kind of relief from the roller coaster I found myself on. I had a coveted spot at one of the top management consulting firms and so much going for me personally, yet struggled on and off with crippling depression and anxiety throughout my time there.
I found a safe space in Overcoming Depression to express myself, and in doing so discovered that all my problems were the result of a simple misunderstanding of how my mind works.
Started the day early with Chris. An energizing dialogue as we looped around the neighbourhood.