On being childlike

This post is inspired by two events last week.  The first involved a session with a new client; the second, a reminder from Panache Desai to play like a five-year old. On Saturday, a new client came to see me for a number of reasons--some shared, some not.  He happens to be an older gentleman,... Continue Reading →

Finding my voice

Simplicity seems to baffles many folks. Because we want to understaaand stuff.  The hows of stuff.  The whys of stuff.  How does it fit with what I think I already know?  Which box of life-data do I put this information in so that it makes sense to me? This concept has become stronger over the course... Continue Reading →

Writing

It's not hard to do, really.  Put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard and just do.  I don't know why I've just not done it.  For years I've had the compulsion to buy journals of all shapes and sizes.  They thin, thick, spiral bound and not, some with pretty covers, some just utilitarian.  I've... Continue Reading →

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