This weekend reminded me that life is meant to be lived from the inside of the moment, not rushed through or managed from a distance, but experienced as it’s actually unfolding. I flew to Santa Barbara to visit my daughter and watched her compete in her first ever college track meet at Westmont College, a Division II program. It was a 70 degree Saturday afternoon. Blue sky. Calm air. One of those days that feels generous just to be in, the kind that invites you to slow down w

A reflective reminder before the holidays. Memento mori. What proof do you have that you’re really alive and consciously authoring your life? Alternative: A powerful reflection on presence, authorship, and living awake. A reminder before the holidays to ask what proof you have that you’re truly alive.