Growing up in San Francisco, I don’t remember much sun. We natives were born into the fog and loved it as our own. To go to the beach you had to go to Santa Cruz. I think back and I can clearly see the blowing grey wet, not quite rain but enough to darken the… Continue reading I was a teenage boozehound—
until age 48
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I was a teenage boozehound—
I used to love shopping
Shopping was a big part of life for many years. I didn’t get it from my parents or my friends. My parents weren’t acquisitive. My dad would buy things for hobbies: sailing gear, climbing gear, cameras and lenses, a sextant, a motorcycle, a table saw, a planer, a router. My friends weren’t shoppers. I can’t… Continue reading I used to love shopping
Fear, Flow and Freedom
Fear and flow are inseparable. Flow requires just the right amount of fear, and that fear guides us toward the door to flow. Flow in turn is the path to freedom — and so, to get more free, we must turn towards our fears. FEAR → FLOW → INTUITION → CREATIVITY → FREEDOM Fear is a message that we… Continue reading Fear, Flow and Freedom