i remember sitting in an old chapel on my college campus all alone. i remember wondering what i should do with my life.  i remember feeling confused and a little lost.  i knew i wanted to live open handedly... i knew i wanted a deep, creative, soulful kind of life. (confusion may have broken out since i was a finance major.)  i knew i was patience, that i was open to the process of becoming. i knew i wanted to live a life of courage, no matter what i ended up doing.


this week i have thought a lot of about courage. thought of a silversmith who only takes the metal out of the fire when he can see his reflection in it. despite the ails of the human condition, there is something inside reminding me that this moment is not the end of the story.