After the Noise, We Sit

A quiet return. An invitation to attention. A place to begin. I have been quiet here. Not because the words ran out,but because I did not want to add noisewhere attention was required. There are seasons when explaining feels productive.And there are seasons when explanation only protects the self. This has been the latter. So... Continue Reading →

The Hour I Did Not Choose

Are you more of a night or morning person? What a 3:30 A.M. Walk Taught Me About Being Instead of Doing People ask whether I am a night person or a morning person.The simple answer is that I wake early.The deeper answer is that morning keeps returning me to myself. One winter Friday around the... Continue Reading →

When the Quiet Thing Isn’t Harmless

Daily writing promptDo you trust your instincts?View all responses Do I Trust My Instincts? Grace with a trace of poison. Some days I want my instincts clean and whole, like the poison-dart frog I copied from a 2008 National Geographic—bright, unblinking, gripping its branch as if the whole forest depended on that small act of... Continue Reading →

Cold Truth

Daily writing promptWhat things give you energy?View all responses How struggle, not ease, fuels my soul. Two cups, one table, one day unfolding. The morning begins slowly, everything waiting for its cue.Button for coffee, knob for tea.A small hymn of burble and steam. Coffee for me.Green tea for Lindsey.Two cups, one table, one day unfolding.... Continue Reading →

The Leader I Never Planned to Be

Daily writing promptDo you see yourself as a leader?View all responses More Is Caught Than Taught I lead best when I am not trying. When I try, things get messy. They rarely turn out as planned. Lunch with Agendas One summer in Door County, I worked at Al Johnson’s Swedish Restaurant with two high school... Continue Reading →

When The Squares Run Out

Why do you blog? Life measured in boxes—headstones stacked above, pale squares below. Nothing promised. How Many Squares Do You Have Left? Following a Life Lived From the Inside Out I keep a grid on paper—ten by ten, one square for each possible year.Sixty-three of mine are shaded already.Dark little boxes, like headstones in rows.The... Continue Reading →

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