Not a blog. A slow collection of notes on connection, relationships, the nervous system, sound, presence, and the life of this place.
After twenty years of working with people, individuals and couples alike, I have stopped believing that most relationships fail because love has run out. Something quieter is usually at work.
A note on the quiet wisdom of arriving early, while care is still in the room.
What olive trees, birdsong, and late afternoon light do for a nervous system that has been running too fast.
Why I closed a practice that worked, and rebuilt it in a garden far from home.