Being high on sugar or caffeine is a way of outracing the devil. You can’t get me if I’m high.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” I whispered to the doctor and his students, “but don’t tell me to stop.”

“That’s spleen energy,” he said. “Too much thinking. It’s all connected.” Spleen imbalance shows up as stomach and digestive issues, the very things that had gotten me started on this 93-day project.

Once you’ve seen what opening your heart does, how can you do less? 

I wish our grief were louder, our community tighter, so we could get on with the business of healing,  of loving even more recklessly, more completely, and with great sloppiness and devotion. 

"Leaky gut syndrome" is said to have symptoms including bloating, gas, cramps, food sensitivities, and aches and pains. But it's something of a medical mystery.

I didn’t know our stories as adopted people could be accurately portrayed outside the bundles of our own skins until I saw Randall do his thing on This Is Us. 

It’s hard listening to Big Mind when you are running your life on your schedule, by rote, by your watch. It’s easy to numb out and do what you do because it’s what you do, but that can lead us to lives of quiet desperation or mornings of road rage or afternoons of wishing we were anywhere but where we were at that moment.

Here is, I think, one of the most powerful things my coach Katie Peuvrelle taught me, and I didn't have to do a thing. As soon as she said it, my mind shifted and my life changed. 

I want to stand up straight now because I get it. It's not to make other people feel better about me: it's so I can feel better not just about myself, but about the world. 

I was so inspired yesterday after writing about Jonny Parker that I went and wrote the book I wish I’d had as a child. Or as an adult. 

Dear, gentle reader. I beg you. Let your creative freak fly. It’s so fun to be with people who are making stuff. It’s like being in nursery school, back when the question was, “How did you do that?!”, back when the response to seeing art was throwing one’s self at a piece of paper or into a pile of dirt or whatever material is at hand and getting jiggy with it.