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Come in.
Sit down
Take a second
You get enough advice
This is about nothing
And everything
And all of it in-between
That’s enough for now
It’s not a sprint
Travel to A Well Run Life.com
Tell us how you are
If you can name it, you change your relationship to it.
That is my father in a mask.
That's a ledge – not a plank I will be forced to walk.
A dog bit me, but all dogs won't bite me – I am just afraid from that old injury – not the cuddle bug at my feet.
When you can name the truth of the situation, you can experience it more fully.
Name what scares you – it scares you less.
This is also true:
Naming the good - amplifies its goodness.
You love someone – say it. You happy about it – shout it.
Who cares when your judgment falters on what might be worthy of fear and perhaps what is dangerous.
Living is just full of ways to get hurt – mostly it's going to be OK.
But those good things, those happy things, those joyful things – make the biggest noise you can about those – don't miss them.
Despite the evidence, I know I am not stupid.
My daughters accepted our vacation with perfect, un-solicited gratitude. They enjoyed the trip un-self consciously. Is this not what we all hope for as parents?
I have a simple heart.
It's an uncomplicated question to answer: What do you want? Decide what it is and then act accordingly. It doesn't require any special genius.
It takes 6 and a half minutes of vapid attention to scrape my big melon clean.
This hair-cut takes 45. And I am told:
what's what
what should be
what is lamentably not so.
He is fearless. No doubt, no hint of uncertainty surfaces in this time. At points I wonder: I am leaving this chair with my ears attached? How close is that blade to my throat?
It's Valentine's Day. What's it mean?
You decide.
When you only have a hammer, everything looks like a nail.
We all need the whole toolbox.
Not full of one thing, but with many rulers, saws, pliers, plumb lines.
Where you aim at is where you land.
Even when it takes more time then you expect, the trajectory you pick will carry you forward unless you really bend yourself towards a new path – and this is hard.
Best to draw the bow carefully. Want what you want. Aim at a life you will love.
I am insecure about a great many things, but my work ethic isn't one of them.
I can worry a problem into submission.
Of this I am supremely confident.
But, I must report, my yard is full of weeds.
Laziness?
I am growing food to eat.
I am experimenting with eating things untouched by chemicals.
These plants grow in boxes – large and small - throughout my yard.
They are modestly prospering.
If I could figure out how I cultivated such a heaven for weeds –
and apply it to the calorie reaping plants –
hunger in the Southwest would be a thing of the past.
I am a not a good cheater.
I always pay a deeper price than the bargain I ask for.
If I want something that is to be earned, I always have to travel the full nine yards.
"I would flex, but I like this shirt"
This is written across a tee shirt my children bought me for Christmas. They have an ironic sense of humor.
My many tee shirts neatly folded in front of me, I am trying to rationalize the quantity. How many tee shirts does one man need?
Like everyone, I have my insecurities. There are many. However, for many years, I have felt entirely comfortable in describing myself as a man.
I am not a boy.
Most things should be shared.
But not everything.
My parents celebrated 44 years of marriage on Friday with a bouquet of flowers and a hotel room in Seattle. On Facebook they allowed us a photo of the small garden and a note to us that they were happy.
44 years.
On one level I feel like I had a front row seat to their romance. But, I also know, what goes on between a man and a woman in love is private.
It is a mystery.
We should make all spiritual talk Simple today:
God is trying to sell you something, But you don't want to buy.
That is what your suffering is: Your fantastic haggling, Your manic screaming over the price! (Hafiz)
"Grow!"
My 4 year-old baby sister screams at an intractable seed she planted the day before. Her ferocious spirit commanding the plant to sprout. The seed remained unmoved that morning.
I water the dirt in my garden. I bought a bunch of worms. They all impolitely died. The dirt is housed in a fancy pergola that I am sure any vegetable would love to sprout from. I am supposed to be writing about what a master of agriculture I have become. Instead I make a little mud everyday.
I like athletes. But not all athletes.
"Souls are like athletes, that need opponents worthy of them, if they are to be tried and extended and pushed to the full use of their powers, and rewarded according to their capacity."
― Thomas Merton, The Seven Storey Mountain
Does that make sense to you? Or not?