On the Way the Body Lets You Know
Before the mind has a story, the body has a feeling. We've stopped listening.
a quiet room on a loud internet
Before the mind has a story, the body has a feeling. We've stopped listening.
The practice has never required you to be elsewhere first.
A small instruction.
For the days you find yourself coming back to a practice you thought you had left.
An anniversary note. A year of small letters, slow walks, and a quiet writing room.
A republished Sunday Stillness letter, from the first warm Sunday of spring.
A story from the Zhuangzi, two thousand years old, about a boat, a river, and a moment of unexpected kindness.
A small practice for the changing season.