A man was flying down a hill, certain of himself, when a stranger's warning went unheeded — and then came the collision. Sometimes the wake-up call arrives exactly as predicted, and still we are surprised.
What followed was years of losing: a marriage, a clinic, a carefully constructed identity. And in each loss, something truer was uncovered. Not achievement. Not expertise. Simply the capacity to turn fully toward another person.
"Presence is the one gift we all arrive on this Earth carrying in equal measure. Not money, not time, not talent — presence."
We spend our attention all day long, often without noticing. We hand it to fear, to noise, to the endless scroll. But it remains, always, ours to redirect. One minute of genuine witness — holding someone in their joy, believing in what they cannot yet believe for themselves — moves something real in the world.
The deepest work, it seems, is not doing more. It is learning to be here, fully, for what is already before us.
Where will you place your attention today — and what might shift if you offered it as a gift?
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Intention, Attention, Connection, Presence, all making a difference! Gives me hope.
PS. My wish is to provide Kintsugi wrapped in Narrative Therapy workshops once again and in a way that sustains me and those participating 🙏