Seeing Our Blindspots

Seeing Our Blindspots

The other day, my literal blind-spots got me thinking about the “blind-spots” we all have. While Lisa and I were out enjoying a nice, long walk on a beautiful summer day with our dog Biscuits, I heard somebody outside my field of view say something about a...
Welcoming and Listening to Sadness

Welcoming and Listening to Sadness

Welcome sadness, it will bless you. In the midst of a recent spin class on our Peloton, I broke down in tears. The instructor, Kendall Toole, invited us to welcome grief in, so I did. Soon enough, my waterworks began mixing with my sweat to form a healing...

Love is a Gateway Drug

Do you ever struggle with doing something you know you should, and even want to do? That was me when it came to being kind and compassionate, and caring well for others, until about 15 years ago. What changed me? Like drill sergeants of kindness, the people of Valley...

Mental Space Makes Room for Grace

Sometimes I’ll half-jokingly, with a straight face say, “I am Ironman.” Partly because after my nearly fatal hiking accident in 2008, the doctors had to use metal bits to put my head back together, and also because I’m a bit of a geek. 🙂...

Judgment is the Poison, and (Self)Love is the Cure

Is it just me, or is being judgmental pretty much hard-wired into our system? For much of my life, I’ve compared myself to others. When it came to things like grades, job titles, religious views, finances, political stances, smarts, marital health, physical...