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Coming Home

Weekly reflections on existence, meaning, and exploring the experience of coming home

A vulnerable note

Hi Reader, Can I share something vulnerable with you? When I sit down to write this newsletter in the precious little time I have to do so, and nothing comes to mind to write about, I feel ashamed and inadequate. So I sit quietly, and listen, and eventually something comes to me. Sometimes I don't want to write it. I didn't want to write that last paragraph. I'm having trouble even looking at the words, in fact. I'm doing a lot of glancing down and to the side (grateful for my ability to...

Listening via newsletter

Hi Reader, I grew up thinking I was pretty smart. Not only that, but I thought being smart was really valuable. I realize now that I know almost nothing, but the part of me that thinks I'm smart and thinks it's valuable to be smart struggles with knowing nothing. I don't really know how to be with it. It's disconcerting—it puts me out of concert. Throws me off my performance. I guess that's what "being smart" is, isn't it? A performance. I'm learning I have very little idea with what to do...

Listen up. What's home?

Hi Reader, I have a nearly constant conversation going with myself. The me that I hear in my head is very articulate. But whenever I start having conversations with other people, they do this irritating thing: they disagree with me. It really interrupts my articulateness. If you know me, you may see what I'm doing here. Sure, I can be articulate. But sometimes I get over-attached to my articulateness, and then it's time to poke fun at it. Let some of the air out. That's not actually what I...

Life is games, part 2

Hi Reader, Last week I wrote about games. At some point this week I had what I recall was a brilliant expansion on that idea, but I don't remember what it was and didn't write it down. This is a common experience for me as a father of young kids. I'm getting better at living with the frustration. So this week you may in some way be getting my B-game, but it's still going to be about games, appropriately. Let's continue to run with this idea that life is games for now. Here's an idea I edited...

Life is games

Hi Reader, Here are two contradictory stories. We were visiting my parents recently and I was complaining about finances and kids and the lack of sleep that results from those things. I felt like I was telling a true story. My dad said something that cut through my bullshit: "Nothing wrong with that. Life is always hard." Also a true story. Now, one more story, bending the truth yet further. A friend mentioned a bumper sticker they'd seen which said, "Life is easy. Golf is hard." Years later,...

Beyond Understanding

Hi Reader, I have encountered my folly particularly impactfully in the last few weeks. It is this: I try to approach everything in order to understand it, but the things I long for—such as this thing I call coming home—are beyond understanding. And in my discomfort and self-judgment at not being able to understand, I withdraw and avoid. A prime example of this is the way I don't maintain eye contact. There is so much information in another person's face and gaze, and I literally can't handle...

Not writing to write

Hi Reader, The subject line of this email, "not writing to write," is one of those ambiguous phrases I'm coming to love more and more. Do I mean that writing isn't the point of my writing? Or do I mean that I'm somehow going to write more/better by not writing? The answer is "yes." (This is the most delicious kind of ambiguity.) AND, I'm also letting you know that I won't be visiting your inbox again for a while. My life has very little flex these days, so when something new comes up I need...

What's a child?

Hi Reader, What's a child? I mean, what's the definition of the word child? I was watching my son toddle around this morning and it occurred to me that I probably know more than him about just about everything. (The one exception being what it's like to be him.) But I thought about that in the context of him learning and getting better at things, which is basically all he does. (Actually, maybe that's another exception: he's better than me at learning.) On the one hand, that's not impressive....

Following the rules

Hi Reader, We're on vacation with my parents this week. They get to see their grandkids on trips like this a couple times a year, so obviously that's the focus of the time and conversation. The other night we were talking about the importance of teaching the kids to follow the rules. Generally, I agree that's important. Of course, me being me, I also see some nuance here. Two anecdotes: I'm going through this challenge with the HOA (where I'm president), where some folks have been parking...

The art of living

Hi Reader, You know, what I really want to do is teach. But the stuff I want to teach about seems non-teachable. Stuff about the spiritual life (as if that's some kind of unified thing I could point to) or meaning and purpose (as if those are externally definable goals as opposed to things you generate for yourself and your life). It occurs to me that what I write about is the art of living (as if I'm any good at it). And what does an art teacher teach? Not art, that's for sure. They teach...

Weekly reflections on existence, meaning, and exploring the experience of coming home