A Story About the Power of Beauty

A Story About the Power of Beauty

This is probably the weirdest letter I’ve ever written. It’s a professional letter to my personal friends. I’ll tell you right up front, I’m going to ask you to make a donation in the name of Beauty. So, you can stop reading now if you don’t want to know more.
If you’re still reading, let me tell you a story about the power of Beauty.

Bare Feet on Holy Ground

Sometimes, when I am quiet and approaching a deep meditative state, I am overcome with an emotion that feels like grief or sadness. Because I am a guy, I don’t really cry. (It is a fact that men have larger tear ducts and fewer tear-producing cells than women,...
A Story About the Power of Beauty

You Get Used to the Scars

The scars are just part of me now, like the length of my fingers or the color of my eyes. They are so “normal”, so much a part of me, that I no longer think about them as having much meaning. That’s not true, of course. The scars – now largely...
A Story About the Power of Beauty

Be Present

Be present. Have a bias for action – in the present. That’s why you run with bulls in Pomplona rather than think about running with the bulls. That’s why you strap on the helmet and jump out of the plane rather than thinking about it. Be present now....