I’m focused on the practice of presence. The practice of my own soul-presence in my body resonating out and watching how the mind interrupts this juicy experience with stories and memories of fear. I have every good reason to run fear through my nervous system (based on what I have lived through) but now I don’t need it except once in a great while, and that’s a fact. The fear is a memory.
Here is a moment of presence with my daughter. She’s the master. I think I’ve mentioned that before?