“Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves.” Henry David Thoreau The irony of the situation is hard to miss. This week’s meditation theme is about “getting lost” and here I am, writing these lines, lost in a world of in-between, in an unwanted place, away from my tribe, struggling to find my… read more
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The morning starts with a gentle breeze. The sun peeks above the horizon and begins its ascent into a cloudless blue sky, flooding the air with warmth, fueling invisible particles of oxygen and nitrogen with heat that cause them to swirl and form the wind that would later slow my progress. This transition from darkness… read more
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