I've been in some good learning over the past weeks. Most of it was amazingly generative and connecting. Some of it was disturbing. A bit of it happened solo with my eyes closed. And all of it points to the unique choices we are making now.
In the dojo
At the end of May I headed to a "Dojo...
At the invitation of Brigitta Villaronga, I visited what she calls the "Cow-working" space in South Tyrol on a family farm in the mountains. Of course I helped to milk cows and enjoyed the view of the snowclad alps immensely from my outdoor office table high on the...
I'm finally on the road again in Europe after being grounded for the past two years in Ohio. Returning to familiar spots seems both familiar....and strange.
On one hand I have the reassuring sense of something known. I know this sight, this smell, this taste, this sense of welcome. And...
Do you know there's more but you don't know how to get there alone?
If there's anything these pandemic times have thrust into sharp relief, it is the gap between "business as usual" and our deepest longings for ourselves. Being pulled up short made us confront things that were...
Yesterday I had the great pleasure to check in with a group of storymakers I haven't seen in a long time. Most of them are part of Beyond Storytelling, a network of story people which hosts an annual "Story Camp", this year taking place in Austria.
The theme for this year is "Beginnings...
Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. Is there enough love in the world?
Beautiful, tragic, tender, terrifying, traumatising -- stories are all of these things. So how do we deal with difficult stories?
Happy New Year! We survived 2021 -- and we're about to enter the year of the tiger.
If there's one thing I know about cats, it is that they decide how they are going to meet life. They know how to be totally alert. They know when to totally relax. They are tenacious hunters. They know how to mark...
This moment had been coming on for some time, but I felt like I'd done okay riding the waves. Then I began to realize that the year mark of sitting at home alone had long come and gone.
There were different markers of time moving on: I'd slept in the same bed for over a year...