The word connection gets passed around a lot. In conversation. In healing spaces. In relationships. In business. But rarely do we question what we really mean when we use it. Or, better said—from where are we meaning our ask? What dimension of experience are we speaking from when we crave it, offer it, or mourn its absence? I remember my own echoes: "I want connection." It’s simple. "I want presence, meaning."  Why can’t "they" get it? See it? After all, it’s right there playing out in clear...

The two of us were sipping pumpkin lattes in the coffee shop within that sacred midday hum when the world slows down just enough to reflect. Our conversation, as usual, slipped into that liminal space—part story, part observation, part field analysis. We weren’t gossiping. Just observing. Replaying a few interactions from the week before, like post-game footage, but softer. One moment stood out. It was a conversation where presence was beautifully held. No fixing. No subtle “you should try...

It took me a long time to realize I had a strong fear toward being shallow. Stuff had to be meaningful, deep—you know? And by stuff, I mean everything : conversations, relationships, my work, other people’s work I came in contact with … food, fabrics … all da stuff. There couldn’t be any loss of time in this life. Only quality. So I climbed that ladder—this internal standard I had inherited or absorbed (from the Germans, probably)—until I couldn’t find the everyday anymore. This standard...