So, today, grateful to my practice and my still-growing awareness of who I am and how I may thrive as a man, I listen with ears unused to listening. I surrender, unused to surrendering to the silence. I struggle to hear.
I believe that somehow the things I say or do may help them re-enchant and fix, if not their marriage, then at least some magic of love that’s been broken.
When I feel her there seems nothing I cannot do.
I am beginning to understand something very basic...