What ‘threshold’ actually names — and what ‘liminal space’ usually means by it The word “threshold” comes from the doorway — the wooden or stone strip you step across when entering a house. It is a real physical thing. It is also, in older usage, the floor of the threshing-room: the place where grain was […]
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What I was looking for when I was looking for my true self For most of my adult life I was looking for my true self. I did not always call it that. Sometimes I called it my real life. Sometimes my actual calling. Sometimes the thing I was actually going for. The names changed.
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What ‘letting go’ promises — and where resistance to change actually lives For decades, “letting go” has been the universal answer in spiritual and personal-development circles. You are stuck — let go. You are anxious — let go. You are clinging to an old identity — let go. The phrase is short, soft, and seems
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What ‘midlife crisis’ names — and what success without meaning is actually pointing to The phrase “midlife crisis” — to those who have heard it applied to themselves, or have started to suspect it applies — names something real. But what it names is rarely what is actually happening. The label arrives with all its
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What “Forerunner” names — and what kind of spiritual teacher this is For a long time I did not have a word for what I do. Teacher was wrong — it had more than what I could honestly hold. Coach was wrong — it pointed at a domain I am not in. Mentor was closer
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What I notice about the teachers, coaches, and mentors who actually move me. After many years of reading, sitting, listening — I have come to notice one thing about the teachers, coaches, and mentors whose words actually move me. Not the ones I admire. Not the ones I cite. The ones whose sentences, days or
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