Say no more (a check in)

Say no more (story hour) Over the past months in the desert, my car has gotten dustier and dustier, and when I do curbside pickup and have to identify my car, I say it’s dusty, and the person I’m speaking to says SAY NO MORE, I SEE YOU. This week I finally got around...

Talking to a wall

I have a wall inside of me made entirely of shame. Right now, as I write this, my sense is that this fact could not be more obvious, but yesterday when I first encountered it, my wall was a shocking discovery. Here’s how I ran into the wall. I was in meditation....
The Fluent Self