One lesson that was really driven home during my dark night is that the stories we tell ourselves usually aren’t true. We all live our stories on a small level every day. Some one cuts us off in traffic and we tell the story that they’re an unskilled asshole that needs to learn to drive. They […]Read More The Stories We Tell
Even as I integrate my dark night and begin to understand the divine unfolding, a small voice in my head still has to ask- “What about the bad stuff? What about that sticky dark tar at the bottom of your soul?” Because the lessons I learned didn’t come from walking slowly through the mud and […]Read More What about the bad stuff?