Recovery
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Walking the Same Hallways, Becoming Someone New
I used to be scared of my own shadow. Today I walked through the downtown Grand Rapids skywalk I used when I worked at Old Kent and Fifth Third. Back then I went to work, but underneath it all I was a scared little boy. Years later, after surviving AIDS…
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Hemi-Sync, Silva meditation, and finding quiet
An introduction to two practices that mattered to me during recovery, and a conversation I want to explore on FindMeRaw.
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The morning I enjoyed three miles again
One warm morning, I chose to walk instead of calling an Uber. After two years of painful breathing, enjoying those three miles meant something.
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There are answers in quiet
On a walk home, a conversation about trust and writing brought me to something I’m still learning to describe: what quiet means to me after my stroke.
