The wound is the place where the Light enters you. — Rumi. Like it or not, we nearly all get to take a reluctant stroll down the boulevard of broken dreams. If you, like me, have stumbled into this unwelcome place, comrades, take heart, it might just be the best thing that has ever happened to […]
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So, I’m sitting in a room in Brisbane Australia, nearly thirty years ago taking twelve step calls from people who are, you know, on the serious end of the booze hound spectrum. Now you don’t get to be answering calls like that unless you’ve been a repeat-offender serious booze hound yourself. In comes this call
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To recap on my previous post. Our hopeless romantic, love struck poet, hermit, and radically inclusive author activist was for a few brief moments sailing in the exhilarating waters of starry-eyed bliss. But whether he knew it or not, heading straight for the wrong side of the abyss. Perhaps this wild love affair could have
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To pick up where we left off in the previous post. Yep, you heard it right, our beloved book writing, beer drinking, champion of inclusion, and non-violence, fell head over heels in love aged fifty-three, with a nineteen-year-old nurse who had cared for him while he in hospital. After he recovered, the completely smitten Merton
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