The Violence of Overwork ~ Thomas Merton

Posted on November 2, 2012 by Steve

“There is a pervasive form of contemporary violence to which the idealist fighting for peace by non-violent methods most easily succumbs: activism and overwork. The rush and pressure of modern life are a form, perhaps the most common form, of its innate violence. To allow oneself to be carried away by a multitude of conflicting concerns, to surrender to too many projects, to want to help everyone in everything is to succumb to violence. The frenzy of the activist neutralizes one’s work for peace. It destroys one’s inner capacity of peace. It destroys the fruitfulness of one’s work because it kills the roots of inner wisdom which make work fruitful.”

~ Thomas Merton

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Camino Reflection #13

Posted on October 18, 2012 by Steve

My camino is over, or more accurately my caminos are over, and I am feeling the need to make some sense of my experience, to create a story to explain why I walked nearly 600 miles and how I have been changed as a consequence. This is the human process for making meaning, yet I wonder how much it will also limit the possibility for other understandings and will reduce the richness of the experience into something easy to remember and repeat. This is the process by which new experiences and ideas become dead dogma. So, I wonder how to tell the stories of my pilgrimage while holding those stories lightly and allowing new understandings to continue emerging.

It feels as though I’ve been on two pilgrimages – one to Santiago and another to Finnesterre, one about emptying and letting go and the other about being filled. While I never imagined this as a religious pilgrimage, I was surprised by how much my religious experience was affected by the first of these pilgrimages. With each step I took and with each new cross or church or statue I saw, I found myself becoming even less religious. I saw enough statues and pictures of St. James cutting off the heads of Moors and enough church alters gilded with gold stolen from the Incas and Aztecs to be thoroughly disgusted.

The riches, power and control of the church was a constant jarring contrast to Jesus’ message about poverty, simplicity, love and inclusion. This contrast made it increasingly easy to dismiss the Christian church (and by extension, all organized religion) as irrelevant anachronisms that have outlived their usefulness. When I noticed the age of the clergy and the huge convents and monasteries with only a handful of ancient nuns and monks, I could sense that the church is dying and I could better understand the reactive and defensive attempts to regain and retain control.

What surprised me is that as I walked, I noticed myself letting go of my need to struggle and to fight against the absurdities of religion and I actually began to feel some compassion for those whose way of life and understanding of the world is being so radically challenged by the modern world. And I also found myself drawn more strongly to the radical message of Jesus about living simply and with love and compassion and about avoiding all connection with worldly power.

For so many years I have tried to fight and to argue against the hypocrisy and inconsistencies and irrationality that I experience in Christianity. On my camino I often had a walking partner who was a very valuable mirror for me as she would repeatedly become engaged in ranting against the inconsistencies and atrocities that she saw. This mirror allowed me to observe my own judgement and anger toward Christianity and to recognize the futility of my emotional reactivity. There is no need to fight against a feeble old institution that has outlived its relevance. That’s a bit like picking on a feeble old person.

So, I found myself letting go and accepting organized religion as something that I don’t need to accept or participate in but I also don’t need to fight against it. This seems like the most recent in a long series of letting go (letting go of my career and home and possessions and now my anger toward organized religion). And like the other stages of letting go that I have experienced, I found this to be extremely freeing and energizing. One less stone to carry in my backpack.

My pilgrimage to the “end of the world” was a very different experience, one of filling me up. But I will save that for another reflection…

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Camino Reflection #12

Posted on October 7, 2012 by Steve

From my October 6 journal:

It is a Gallacian morning – cloudy with some wind and the threat of rain. It is 8.20 and just beginning to get light out. How things have changed in just a day.

Yesterday was spectacular. The climb out of the Valcarce valley was the most beautiful part of this trip for me, at least so far. It began with the hooting of an owl in the pre-dawn darkness. Then there was the play of sunlight in the woods and wonderful songs from the birds. I moved slowly, took lots of photos and just celebrated being alive in this body on this beautiful Earth.

Beside the trail, I saw a broken piece of slate with this Rilke quote enscribed on it: “Let everything happen – the beauty and the terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final.”

We met Neve, the mother of six children, again. We had not seen her in a couple of weeks. She had an incredible story of loosing her backpack in Burgos, being cared for by the police and eventually having her pack returned. She described it as a wonderful experience and just what she needed. Romy from South Africa had a similar response to loosing her camera yesterday – it was just what she needed to detach from the material aspect of her trip. And Edith, the Mexican-American, talked about her learning experience when she hit the wall and was cared for by others. Jim from Boston with his shin splints, the nun who had to be evacuated to a hospital, and so many people with serious blister or other ailments.

So, I´ve been wondering when is my crisis, my big emotional break through, my life changing experience? Am I not doing it right? My camino has been so easy, well as easy as a 400 mile hike through the mountains can be. Maybe not easy, but certainly smooth. It has flowed along at the pace of one step after another. One step releasing the past the next step inviting the future.

Yesterday it occurred to me that everyone walks his/her own camino and gets what s/he needs from it. For me it has been that incredible sense of solitude surrounded by lovely people and the beauty of nature.

I´ve been through my share of crises and emotional break throughs and life changing experiences before I began walking this camino. I´ve put in the work and the reflection and the self questioning. I´ve done the practices to prepare me. And now, maybe, it is time to just experience the joy and sensual pleasures of being alive and part of this beautiful world.

There is nothing to be earned or to struggle for! I don´t have to do anything. I can just rest in gratitude and go with the flow.

Along the camino yesterday was an attractive table with fresh plums and two pots of herbal tea along with a donativo can. the fruits of this life are available and free for the taking and ther is the opportunity to respond with gratitude and generosity. That is the experience of living in the gift economy that I long to experience more of the time.

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Camino Reflection #11

Posted on September 25, 2012 by Steve

What a difference a day can make on the camino.  Yesterday as I began walking in the starlight before dawn my body felt alive, my pack was light and my heart was singing.  Every cell of my body was celebrating life and expressing gratitude for being alive and for the privilige of this experience. 

Today, things are heavy.  The sky has been overcast all day.  There has been a steady cold headwind of 50+ kilometers per hour.  Every step has been an effort and the question of what am I doing and why am I here has never been far from my consciousness.  And then the rain began and the prospects for the coming day are not pretty. At times like this, I long for somewhere to call home, somewhere cozy preferably with a nice warm fireplace.

What I have discovered is that living in gratitude is not just a feeling that comes during the good times.  It is also a decision that can carry me during the heavy and dark times.  By consciously reminding myself of the gift of life, my head can take the lead and my body and spirit will follow, however reluctantly.  This journey is a practice as well as a gift and the practice is to take each next step no matter how difficult and to allow the camino to do its work in clearing out my heart to live more fully and to love more deeply.  I trust that this work is going on, even when I struggle with each step.

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Camino Reflection #10

Posted on September 21, 2012 by Steve

Churches, churches, churches.  Every village has a steeple gracing the skyline.  As I travel, I´ve been developing my own distinctions about churches; admittedly biased and based upon inadequate understanding, but my understanding, none-the-less.  I find that churches tend to fall into ne of four categories and in many cases the community mirrors the energy of the church.

The first type of church is the one wiht the locked door.  No opportunity for curiosity or to develop a relationship.  Nada.  Go away.  Whatever is inside is for those who belong and I obviously don´t.  So, time to move on.  I experienced this most strongly in Najera, the town of negative, dark energy in the view of many pilgrims.  It was the one place so far on the camino where I felt entirely out of the flow.  The town where the night´s drunken party was still going on at 6:30 the next morning.  The one town where I had trouble finding a bed.  And one town I was very happy to leave behind.

The second type of church is one that charges admission.  This is the church that feels important and that is willing to display its greatness for a price.  No donativo here.  No gift economy.  It is all quid pro quo.  Show me your money and I will show you my spendor.  The cathedral of Santa Domingo de Calzada was my first experience with this type of church and combined with the craziness of a parade of clergy and relics and a brass band and dancers that congested the plaza and obstructed my progress, I couldn´t get out fo the city quickly enoug and back to the quiet of the countryside.

The third type of church is the quiet and dark church where one can sit in contemplation and feel the energy of centuries of pilgrim´s prayers.   I have come to discover that even a few minutes of meditation in such a church will renew my spirit and, when combined with a few minutes of lying on the grass to renew my body, that I am ready for several more kilometers of walking.  I am so grateful for these quiet dark churches that I found in Eunate, Logroño and Navarrette.

The fourth type of church is the inviting or hospitable one.  In Villava, I stayed at an albergue built into a church that has been continually offering hospitality to pilgrims for over 1000 years.  Last night I stayed at the albergue in Grañon that is connected by a secret passage to the church.  After a delightful dinner that we, 60 pilgrims, collectively prepared, we went through the secret passage and sat in a candle lit circle where we passed a talking piece.  We spoke in multiple languages but we all spoke from the heart and understood the language of the heart.  The Art of Hosting is well understood and practiced by the hospitalieres of these churches.

Four different types of churches – and then I realized that these distinctions also apply to people.  There are those who are closed, those who are available only for a price, those who are quiet and deep and who need to be searched for, and finally, there are those who are inviting.  And then I came to recognize each of these energies in myself.  I can be closed and inaccessible.  I can see others as resources to be bargained for.  I can be contemplative and quiet.  And I am learning to be inviting (I hope).  In fact, it feels like this has been a developmental process over my lifetime  – from closed to negociated to contemplative to hospitable.  It also seems like this development follow the stages in spiral dynamics from blue to orange to green to yellow (but that is too much for this reflection).

With each step of this camino, I feel gratitude for my life experiences that have brought me to this place.  And I have clearer understanding of what it means to move from the inward journey of reflection to the outward journey of generosity, compassion and service.  The hospitalieres on the camino have been wonderful models and teachers in the art of generosity and hosting and it is inspiring for me even more to want to live and work in this way.

Buen Camino

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Camino Reflection #9

Posted on September 15, 2012 by Steve

I might not make it!  Today I realized that I may have bit off more than I can chew.  At my current pace, I´ll not make it to Santiago by the time that I need to leave for Egypt.

Things really shifted fro me a couple of days ago when I got the invitation to be part of the hosting team for a collaboration training with emerging young leaders in Egypt.  This is the kind of work that I want to be doing and I didn´t hesitate before saying “YES”.  After all, that is what this trip is all about.

Prior to this invitation, I had been enjoying the spaciousness of my time.  Most of the pilgrims have clear goals or deadlines for their return flights.  I´ve always said that I would take as long as needed, whether 40 days or 50 days or more.  But, now that has all shifted and it appears that I will need for Egypt around October 18, which would mean about a 40 day pilgrimage.  This means a pace of 20 km – 12 miles – per day.  That is just about my average pace so far but it allows for no days off or for anything unforeseen.

Yesterday I hit the wall, feeling my energy totally depleted.  By bedtime, I felt ill, like I had  experienced way too much sun, too much wine and not enough water.  All day today, I have felt slightly nauseated and have has no appetite.  The heat today was horrendous – over 100 F, I am sure.  It was a miserably long day.

Listen to my body.  I don´t know how many times I´ve heard this advise and yet it is so hard to do.  This morning, I lay down next to a stack of straw bales and took a nap for over an hour.  After a seemingly never-ending stretch of 6 km in the heat of the day in an agricultural area with no shade, I found a small bit of shade under a tree and promptly fell asleep again.  Once I reached my bed at the end of a 19.5 km day, I fell asleep again.  So, when I listen to my body, it tells me that it needs more sleep and doesn´t want food.  That hardly seems sustainable or compatible with finishing the camino.

The good news is that my feet are in great shape, unlike all of the serious blisters that I see on other pilgrims.  My knee is also holding up pretty well and it feels like my legs are getting stronger and looser.

The wisdom of my body is to let go of any expectation of walking all the way to Santiago or Finnesterre on this trip.  Its difficult to let go of this as I must have some ego attachment to   walking the entire Camino.  But my deeper intentions for this journey have been to be open to what wants to happen (like the Egypt invitation).  It is about learning to savor each step rather than focusing upon a destination.

So, my intention – as of tonight – is to walk at whatever pace my body indicated and to let go of the destination and to let go of those companions who are focused on destination and time frames.  Perhaps it will mean more solitary travel, or maybe new companions.  No more calculating days and distances to Santiago.  I will walk until it is time to leave for Egypt and consider that to be a success.  I could return another time to complete the pilgrimage or I can learn to accept that my pilgrimage did not end in Santiago and that is just the way it was meant to be.

I want to experience the success of walking each step with intention and not to concern myself with external indicators of success.  What is success, really?

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Camino Reflection #8

Posted on September 7, 2012 by Steve

From my journal September 6, 2012:

When I attended an open space session on story harvesting as a practice for nomads, I was unsure, even skeptical maybe.  My first, limited concept was finding stories of Art of Hosting (AoH) practitioners and I couldn’t really imagine finding many of these on this journey.  But the suggestion was to collect stories of places where community is working.

Today I’ve been paying attention to this and I am surprised by what I have observed.  Here was Camelia, who offers her home and her conversation to travelers at an unbelievably low cost.  There was the “Free Hugs Guy” walking around at Notre Dame with a sign offering free hugs.  He inspired me so much that I went back and see if I could find him and ask him for his story and to see if I could apprentice with him.    He seems like another incarnation of the “Gummy Bear Guy” from the Seattle airport.  Instead of finding the “Free Hug Guy”, I  found Jean Pierre who was giving free 10 minute massages  He is part of an organization that has been doing this for over 10 years.  Their purpose is to reduce stress.

The gift economy is alive and thriving!  I also encountered it in street musician s who  all seemed to love what they were doing.  I was also impressed by the infrastructure for making electric bicycles available to people in the city.  The infrastructure includes computer locks that release the bikes and checks them back in.   The bike locks also recharge the bike batteries.  Since they are available in multiple locations throughout the city, you can rent on at one location and drop it somewhere else making short commutes easier than the subway.  All fully automated.  And the first half hour is free!  What an amazing combination of computer, electrical and credit card technologies.

What became increasingly clear to me throughout the day is that the gift economy is a manifestation of an alive and functional community.  Lot’s of stories to harvest.

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Camino Reflection #7

Posted on September 7, 2012 by Steve

From my journal September 6, 2012:

I need to constantly remind myself of the purpose of this journey, to return to the intention like gently returning to the breath in meditation. There is no destination, no goal. I am not on a schedule and there is nothing that I must do today. I am blessed and I am so grateful.

Yesterday my arrival in Paris was another reminder and another experience of non-mindfulness. Since I had to change trains twice during the night, I reset my alarm to awaken me in advance of the estimated time of arrival at each transfer point. But I didn’t bother to set one for my arrival in Paris since it would be the middle of the morning (and how could one miss Paris?). I was soundly sleeping on an empty train when someone shook me to let me know that I was in Paris. In hurrying to get off the train, I left my kindle in the seat . I realized this many minutes later in the depot and rushed back in a panic to find the train still at the platform and my kindle awaiting me on the seat. My biggest fear is that I would lose the dozen personal letters that I had saved on the kindle for reading on the camino. Had I lost those I would have been devastated.

Then I put my baggage into storage, promising myself that I will travel lighter in the future and reminding myself that this really is just a trial run, a prototyping of the nomad life. I don’t need to get it right!! Then, off to explore Paris. I had no map and only a very rough sense of the layout of the city. I had no idea where the train station was in relation to the rest of the city. So, I began walking in the direction of the river (or where I thought the river should be). Eventually I tired of walking and went underground to try the subway. In the subway station I asked for direction (my first attempt to communicate in Paris and an intimidating experience). However, since I did not really know where I wanted to go, I think that I only frustrated the poor woman selling tickets. “I just want to go see all the stuff that tourists visit.” But she did tell me where to go and which train to take. Unfortunately, she didn’t tell me which direction to go on the train so I rode the train back and forth between stations a few times s I began gathering more information and getting a sense of direction. Eventually, I changed trains and ended up on Champs-Elysees and resumed my walking exploration.

Throughout this process I was aware of my inner voice of judgment telling me that I was wasting my limited time in Paris. But I also came to realize that this adventure of finding my way in a totally new and intimidating and overwhelming environment – this is why I travel. Learning my way around is far more important to me than seeing all the tourist sights. Its about the journey, not the destination! If I remember this, I can settle into the chaos and confusion and really appreciate it.

This morning I am getting a late start into the city because I spent the morning enjoying coffee and conversation with Camelia, my host. She kindly offered coffee and the use of her washing machine. I am quickly learning that the offer to wash my clothes is a very welcome gift to the nomad. Earlier in the week, when Patricia (Silas and Karuna’s housemate in Happberg) offered, I initially refused until she insisted. Later Karuna told me that she had come to appreciate any offer of a washing machine while she was on the road. And now I am learning not to refuse the gift. Accept, be grateful, its ok to have needs.

While the laundry was washing, Camelia and I had talked in her limited English and my non-existent French.. We talked about my journey, and about living fully and about what feeds our souls. And I left her home this morning with a full heart and with a renewed sense of the purpose of my journey. I am so grateful for the time spent in real conversation rather than feeling pressured to see Paris. What an amazing journey!

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Camino Reflection #6

Posted on September 7, 2012 by Steve

The short story of my experience at the Learning Village is that I arrived Sunday evening, was invited to join the hosting team, became sick with the stomach flu by Monday morning and remained sick until Thursday. Following is a reflection that I wrote on Thursday morning and completed while in Paris.

It is early – 4am – and for some reason I am awake and so full of thoughts and feelings that I want to express, process and harvest. I want to be able to let go of those thoughts that do not serve me and to integrate what can serve.

This has been an amazing Learning Village, far more than I had dared to hope or expect and also very different from what I had imagined. Getting sick was so not part of my plan and yet it was a gift that allowed deeper learning and experience.. It feels like I have learned so much more from not attending the myriad open space session than I could have if I had participated.

I couldn’t have imagined being invited onto the hosting team for this gathering. My desire for inclusion and belonging has been satisfied and I am so grateful. And then I couldn’t earn this status or justify it by my contributions. I had that familiar feeling of being an imposter. My ego clung to the title and the prestige (at least in my mind) and I felt like I was letting down my team.

The gift in this was the invitation into vulnerability, of asking for help and then allowing myself to receive the kindness and caring that was offered.. The beauty of this experience was that I could not control my responses. I didn’t have the strength or energy. So I could only respond instinctually with patterns of thinking and behaving that revealed my essence and reflected the inner work I have been doing. This was my next test; not for a black belt, but similarly challenging. I was prepared for this test. My “muscle memory” took over and I acted with authenticity and intention. I was able to receive with grace and gratitude and I showed up in whatever ways I was able with all that I had. I allowed my vulnerability to be a gift to the village and to inform our learning about how a village hosts healing. And I was amazed to discover that these subtle contributions were recognized and appreciated,

Last night I heard some discourse about inclusion and belonging surfacing in the community. I was surprised and delighted to realize that this long-standing issue has not been part of my experience this week. I hope that the reason for this is not that I have attained “in group” status and become blind to the pain that this issue causes for people within the Art of Hosting community. I want to be part of making inclusion and belonging available to everyone and not to maintain my sense of belonging at the expense of others.

My longing to belong feels like it has been a bottomless pit. As much as I value my independence and fight to preserve it, there remains a lonely little boy inside me who is standing on the edge waiting to be invited in. I’ve developed a lot of defenses to protect this little boy and to pretend not to care when I feel on the outside. Yet, the desire to belong and to be included is a powerful part of my being and it seems to be a part that gets activated by the intimacy of each Art of Hosting gathering. So for years I have been wanting to find y way in and operating on the delusion that I needed to earn this place of belonging.

Something shifted for me during this learning village. At least for awhile, I felt like I belonged! I was invited onto the hosting team and I was surrounded by love and caring even while I was sick and vulnerable and unable to participate in the ways that I wanted. In my vulnerability, I experienced belonging.

As part of my striving to belong in the AoH community, I have been jealous of the “old-timers” and the legendary early conversations of Borl Castle. On Thursday I had the opportunity to visit Borl with Toke and Luke – some of the ultimate AOH insiders in my story. When I awoke that morning, I knew that my place was in the Learning Village and my role was to host the day.. This is where I wanted to be of service and this is where the work was calling to me. Castle Borl can remain mythical for me. I have traveled within a few miles of it and need not go further. There is real work to be done with gratitude and generosity and I don’t need to do it to earn my place of belonging. That is a gift that cannot be earned.

This reflection feels very self-centered. I am currently only able to process this as my own personal journey, yet I know that there are some more universal themes involved and I hope in time to be able to see this from the perspective of the deeper universal patterns of belonging and inclusion. Meanwhile, I am so grateful for my own little learnings.

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Camino Reflection #5

Posted on September 5, 2012 by Steve

Letting go…  I had accepted that this would be the focus in my preparations for leaving on this journey. Letting go of my career, letting go of my sense of home and security, letting go of all that stuff I had accumulated and really didn’t need. But then, I imagined that work would be done and I could be about my grand adventure.

Now I am almost two weeks into the adventures and that theme of letting go has intensified rather than going away. Life seems pretty insistent upon teaching me that an adventure cannot be planned or designed and that this journey is really all about letting go of expectations and assumptions and embracing what life has to offer at each step of the way.

Lesson 1: It was my final day in La Grande. I had spent the day in taking the last loads of stuff to donate to Habitat’s Restore.  I made the final trip to the storage unit and dumped my garbage and recycling.  All that was left was to load my car and to turn in the keys to my house and hit the road.  The only problem with this plan was that I had locked myself out of the house.  Everything that I thought I needed for my journey was safely locked away from me.  After solving this mini-crisis, I hit the road and was delighted to discover the surge of joy and energy that I experienced as I entered the highway and felt the freedom and the call of the open road.

Lesson 2: The beginning of a major trip is not the time to upgrade technology. Knowing that I would want a phone that I could use internationally, I spent much of my last day in the US getting thoroughly overwhelmed by the options and trade-offs available. My intention had been to get a simple and cheap phone that would essentially maintain my status as pre-smart phone user.  But, no, cheap and simple are not an option in our capitalist economy that is constantly pushing the newest and most complex technologies as the promised answer to efficiency and simplicity. So, began my trip as the new owner of a used Blackberry with so many more functions than I could understand or use and I spent my final hours in the US, trying to figure out how to activate it while dealing with the frustration of “user support” and unable to make the most simple phone call.

The technology adventures continued in Germany where I immediately bought a new chip that gave me a German phone number and supposed connectivity. However, I promptly locked my phone and couldn’t recall the correct PIN to unlock it so I carried the most sophisticated and fancy looking device that offered me nothing more than the correct time. Yesterday, the fourth cell phone company that I visited in Nuernburg showed me that I actually had the “lost” code with me the whole time. So, now I am again connected and confused with the abundance of features available to me.  While I have to laugh at my desire to find the right technology that really will simplify things, I do wonder how I can better use a few of the right tools to support a nomadic lifestyle.

Lesson 3: “But it really was an inexpensive airline ticket.” My departure was scheduled for 6pm on Friday night. By midnight, the airline admitted that they had not solved the mechanical problems and that we would not be flying that night. By 3am, I was in the motel room they provided at some casino a half hour away from the airport. By 10am

Saturday, I was back at the airport, going through the entire check-in and security process a second time.  By noon, the announcements began informing us that the flight would be delayed for 20 minutes and another 20 or 30 minutes. And the stress began to grow. Families looking at the prospects of canceling their vacation plans, people trying make new plans, lots of anger, frustration and blaming of the airlines. At one point, the frustration erupted into a violent outburst and from then on we were surrounded by security forces to prevent the urge to riot. In the midst of this emotional pain, I felt tremendous gratitude for my mediation practices that allowed me to maintain some sense of sanity. And I kept laughing at myself for wanting an adventure and then not welcoming the adventure of the unknown and unexpected when it arrived. I realized that this was the next level of letting go. It was the letting go of expectations and required an acceptance of what was showing up, rather or not it fit my plans.

Finally, almost 24 hours behind schedule, we took off for Frankfurt. I wonder whether I was able to maintain my sanity because I had less at stake than other people or am I actually experiencing the fruits of my mindfulness practices?

It seems that life is persistent in reminding me that this journey is really not an adventure that I can design and that the learnings I will encounter will be the ones that I decide I am ready for. The learnings and the challenges are coming at me faster than I can find time to write about them. Currently I am in Paris and enjoying good internet connection for a change but it feels like my reflections are from more than a week ago. Will I be able to find a sustainable pattern of living and reflecting and writing and posting?

To be continued…

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