Hope Rising

Yesterday I had a conversation with a demonized man. He was a homeless man in downtown San Francisco, and his name was Chucky. I liked Chucky. Chucky had a large beard with bits of food stuck inside it like flies trapped in a cobweb. He had weathered skin, a raspy voice, and large safety pins … More Hope Rising

The Satisfied Life

How often are we actually present? I mean, really present. We are so consumed with the past, the future, what we just said, how they’ll react, what we are going to say next, if we look good in what we’re wearing, and 1,000 other things that keep us from ever actually feeling the life we … More The Satisfied Life