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Here I am, once again, wanting to find a way to synthesize and share all that transpired at the lake last week. Maybe for our 10th anniversary I will collect each of my post-squam recollection posts and put them all here together for a full scope review as, without going back and re-reading what I have written in the past, it feels to me that there are two central motifs: words, bless them, are inadequate when trying to convey this experience birth and death Whoa. … View Post

Remember to retire into this little territory of thy own, and above all do not distract or strain thyself, but be free, and look at things as a man, as a human being, as a citizen, as a mortal. But among the things readiest to thy hand to which thou shalt turn, let there be these, which are two. One is that things do not touch the soul, for they are external and remain immovable; but our perturbations come only from the opinion which is … View Post

“when we sit with fellow wayfarers, sharing our trials and revelations and listening to theirs, our struggles seem less like personal vendettas and more like myths in the making.” – Elizabeth Lesser March has always marked the season of deep change for me. Sometimes by choice, other times by external forces– but always, it has been in this month between Winter and Spring that has seen me stripped to the bone, shedding one aspect of my life that has ended and stepping into the next. … View Post

One night, many years ago in a small room on the left bank of Paris, I sat on the edge of my bed struggling with a particularly challenging assignment: rewrite a page so that the meaning was all the same but not use any of the same vocabulary. Gah. Luck was with me as down the hall lived a 16 year old girl from Guadaloupe named Annick who was in Paris studying to be an English teacher, go figure. I’ll never forget as I struggled … View Post

When I was in college I took two semesters focused on the essays of Montaigne. Yes, two. Are you surprised that I was the only one registered for the second semester? Really? Doesn’t everyone want to immerse themselves in the stream-of-conscious scribblings of a 16th century French aristocrat who is in chronic pain from kidney stones? Oh, okay- just me, then. Seeing as it was just me and the professor, the class became more of a rather intense tutorial which was a total gift since … View Post