In a fast-paced world, I wonder how often I miss what is being communicated because my mind is elsewhere. Communication largely depends on listening. Good communication requires listening to unders
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Unmasking Hate: What Lies Beneath
But here’s a question I’ve been wrestling with: Is hatred also a secondary emotion? Is it anger’s cousin? Does it, too, act as a bodyguard shielding even more vulnerable feelings?
The Sound That Shook Me, the Truth That Grounds Me
Then came the sound. A car backfired as it passed. Sharp pops rang through the air. I jumped, then ducked. My heart pounded as I searched for the cause.
The small shifts that change us all
Instantly, judgement and blame swirled in my head. Old offenses surfaced. I felt separate from them, and they became the “other.” Conflict had begun, and its roots quickly spread through my hea
Connecting the Dots of Life
My friends and I also played the dot game. Any scrap of paper filled with lines of dots started the fun. Each player would take a turn drawing a line between dots. Once four lines were drawn to com
Choosing Discipline in the Everyday Hard Things
As I pushed through, my mind kept trying to bargain with me. You could stop now and you still started the morning with a work out. This is hard–why not quit after two repetitions? I couldn’t de
The Glass-Like Lake: Choosing to Get Un-Disturbed
I flipped the page on the daily calendar and read the words: “Try to find a place where you are surrounded by the sounds of nature-a waterfall, the beach, a bird sanctuary, a place where the bamb
When Anxiety Knocks, Love Answers
Panic caused cold chills to rush down my body. Fear disguised itself as anxiety, and within seconds I broke out into a sweat. In that moment, I was convinced I wasn’t going to be okay.
Spectacle and Soul: Remembering to Be Delighted
I learned that the Romans built elaborate sets on platforms that were pushed up ramps into the arena. To create the entertainment, exotic animals from around the empire as well as gladiators appear
Why Freak-Outs Aren’t the End of the Story
When was the last time you freaked out? Maybe you spotted a snake or shattered your favorite dish. Can you recall a moment when everything felt out of control–your reactions, your words, even you