Reflections — 27 May 2026

The Stories We Tell Ourselves

There is nothing new under the sun. Yet we are endlessly seduced into believing our particular problem is unprecedented. The mind specialises in this.

Selected reflections
Does it feel like the end of your world?

Sometimes our fearful and limited mind perceives and interprets situations we face as being ‘world ending’ or ‘soul crushing’! Despite our best efforts, there seems no way out and no silver linning in the cloud. Depression and anxiety can feel like this too. The darkness, the pain and the anquish is real. But there can […]

Life in the Flow

Miracles, not magic. Grace, not works. Spirit, not might. Three anchors for a life lived from the inside out.

Your Community Is Not Human-First

You are not walking toward your community. You are walking as it — and you always have been.

Float for a moment above the situation you are in. Not to escape it, but to see it from a different altitude.

— from “The Stories We Tell Ourselves”
More from the archive
Your Own Pace

A journey of ten steps for one person may take another a thousand. That doesn’t make the first person better. It means the life in them is expressing differently.

All My Fountains

There is a kind of knowing that the mind cannot produce. It arrives in the quieter moments. And when it arrives, something becomes clear.

The Fog Does Not Cancel the Foundation

There are days when everything is clear. And then there are the other days. The fog is not evidence that the foundation is gone.

Nothing Is By Chance

Every person who has walked into your life was sent. Not metaphorically. Not as a way of making meaning from coincidence. But in the deepest sense.

Where Your Life Actually Comes From

Your source is not your salary. Your provision is not the network you’ve built. This is the reality check — and it rearranges everything.

Trust Your Questions

There is a kind of certainty that stops the journey dead. It arrives as comfort. As the end of discomfort. But the rest it offers is often a stopping, not an arrival.

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