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....

FAQ-ing it up, one question at a time.

In which I answer a fairly impressive variety of questions about At The Kitchen Table With Havi & Selma while simultaneously modeling the art of “meeting objections without trying to convince anyone of anything” while trying to practice brevity,...
The Fluent Self