As the dream began, I was in the cell, but the door was cracked open. The entrance to the sheriff's department was also ajar. Oddly, I was free to leave but chose to stay.

I invite you to come with me as I explore a question that bubbled up in a supervision session. The question was: what does freedom look like or feel like when I trust the unfolding of a directee’s story? It’s fascinating, eventually there was a shift where the question became about the unfolding of my own story while on a walk during my silent retreat.

2022 has begun. A lot of things bubble up for me whenever a new year begins. There’s a sense of hopefulness, skepticism, delight, fear, and numbness. They are felt in my current experience, but they do not define who I am or who I am made to be. When I investigate their edges, they become invitations to grow in greater awareness. They beckon me to live fully and freely.