Psycho-Spiritual

What we are really trying to outrun when we try to outrun death

On the fantasy of belonging, the luggage we bring with us, and the work that has to come first.

On patterns, mirrors, and changing what you’re a match for.

Not when things go your way. When they don’t.

On projections, the guilt of saying no, and becoming someone no one can control.

On the accusation of selfishness, and what happens when you no longer collapse under it.

On the oldest path, the loudest distractions, and the best drug in the universe.

On heaven, the present moment, and the only place anything real has ever happened.

On becoming an evolutionary rebel, not by fighting the world, but by finally looking at it through your own eyes.

On why the soul came here, and what it is actually looking for.

On difficulty, sincerity, and what it means to actually mean it.

On why spiritual practice is not about finding peace, but about learning to be broken open.

On what crisis is actually asking of us.

A line I wrote a few years ago that I keep returning to:

On sitting with what’s on the surface long enough to find what’s underneath.

The Inner Child at the Heart of Every Relationship

The Work of Struggle, the Work of Love

The Line That Runs Through Every Heart

For years I thought anger was the feeling. Lately I’m not so sure.

I notice this in myself more than I’d like to admit. The thing happened to me, so apparently I get to behave however that thing left me behaving. Forever, until further notice.

I keep turning this over because it explains so much of what otherwise looks like pure hypocrisy. The strictest enforcer of a rule is so often the person who broke it hardest once, just quietly,...