There’s a song that found you at the right moment. It arrived when you needed something you couldn’t quite name. You didn’t choose it. It found you. Remember? Over time, you collect them without realizing you’re collecting. A kind of private archive. Each one marking something you can feel but can’t fully say. When a…
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Spring is a miracle. All winter the ground looks lifeless — brown, white, or something in between. The trees are bare. Birds are gone. The garden shrinks into dormancy. Easy to believe nothing is happening. But underneath, life is already preparing its return. Bulbs pressing slowly upward. Sap beginning to rise. The earth warms a…
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The blizzard came in hard. Gale force winds, record snow, power flickering through the night. There was nothing to do but settle in. People read. Made things. Looked inward. Waited. Then it passed — the way storms always do, though we forget that while we’re in them. The sun came out warm and strong. Snow…
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Someone you love sends a photo. They’re somewhere you can’t be, at the edge of something big, ready to go. And just like that — across any distance, in the best possible moment — you’re right there with them. This is what connection does. It collapses space. It ignores time zones and mountain ranges and…
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Welcome to Practice Notes If you’ve been reading The Practice, you know I believe that how we show up — in the small moments as much as the big ones — is everything. This is a smaller space. Field notes more than essays. Short reflections drawn from the teachers that have shaped me most. Sport,…
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