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I can’t control what other people think but I can say and do what I know to be true, and that’s enough for me. Sometimes I lose my footing, sometimes I fall flat on my face, and I’m aware and have ways to re-center. My goal is not perfection, my goal is honesty and connection.

As I remove doubt and expectation from my fingertips, I witness what comes forth onto the page. Not seeking a comforting resolution but a continuous revelation that’s life-enhancing, multi-rhythmic, and ever-changing. As Earth spins, cells divide, and neurons fire in concert, I hear the sounds of car engines, the fresh smell of coffee traveling across the coffee house. Balanced on this chair, I notice the trees standing before me, leaves brushing against the wind. And curious minds going about their business. A spontaneous sweeping of the senses leave me naked for a moment, pulled along with no fixed memory, not even these feelings I call mine. The other day, tears dropped from my eye lids onto the yoga mat while in surrender pose. I laughed with a friend as he…

Dancing is not getting up painlessly like a speck of      dust blown around in the wind. Dancing is when you rise above both worlds, tearing      your heart to pieces, and giving up your soul. Dance where you can break yourself to pieces and totally      abandon your worldly passions. Real men dance and whirl on the battlefield; they dance      in their own blood. When they give themselves up, they clap their hands; When they leave behind the imperfections of the self,      they dance. Their minstrels play music from within; and whole      oceans of passion foam on the crest of the waves. -Jallaludin Rumi

Recently I turned 30 and a good friend asked what I've learned from the past three decades. The first one below immediately came to mind and as I thought more about it, I came to a short list: Respect differences Listen without formulating a response Take action without fixating on outcomes Keep being surprised

Once again I lost site of my seeing glasses, this time at my University in the Swiss Alps. I searched for them everywhere - my hotel room, the classroom, made an announcement to my classmates and no one had seen them. I was wondering about them but managed let the idea sit for the time being. Class began with two students guiding a group exercise. It was 15 minutes of tuning the attention to the the sensory surfaces of the room - things we can see, taste, touch. From noticing the scent of the air as it brushes against our skin, the texture and slope of the carpet, to the friction between the eyelids and the eye balls. No thinking was required, just a sensitivity to notice the surfaces of…