In the bright sunshine, I thought next of duality, or how life seemed to be constantly reminding me of two sides of a coin, the flip side of a decision, young and old, sunny and cold, and on and on, causing me to ask are the parts of us separate, even contradictory?

I had that kind of conversation with a good friend. It was amazing how we each interpreted events and snippets we'd heard from various sources differently, radically differently. But because we're good friends, we listened to each other, asked questions, challenged each other, and agreed to disagree on some things.

It turns out we feel as much stress in certain social situations, like social media scrolling, as we do in isolation. When I think about it, I'm really comparing my self-worth, accomplishments, appearance, and social status to the people featured in front of me as I scroll.

This coming Father’s Day, it’s in those events of candour, laughter, or meaning that we share a part of ourselves with each other.

The act of being part of another’s pain–listening, acknowledging, and feeling it–is a powerful act. I’m not solving anything for that person; I stand in that painful space with them.

The heart of presence is not an individual gift. It is shared by those who can sense that magical, mysterious energy and respond.

If we all agree the world is flat, we're not likely to believe anything else until our minds are open enough to entertain another viewpoint.

I was eager to find out what these ancient ones would say. It wasn't the adventure I thought it would be, but the trees did say something.

Connecting with self opens many doors to finding out who you are inside. It also enables one to connect with others on a different level.