Sitting like a round stone, it pulls me down.

We’re all in the narrative selling business.

Attached to the past.

It sits like a heavy stone, deep in my belly.

There’s a beautiful custom in Japan-or at least there was when I was there-that when the cleaning crew comes off the Shinkansen bullet train, there’s an announcement that says

Sitting in stillness, I feel the breeze arrives.

Big projects can be ovewhelming.

I was caught up in a vortex of a problem.

Spinning around and around many times quickly in a row, we get disoriented.