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10 Days to Rowe

I've got Rowe on the brain. Figuring out what the weather will be like up there, what to wear, what to pack.

Who am I driving up with? Who's in the car driving back when we debrief how it all went?

This year I want to be kind to all, even the people who rub me the wrong way. The people I consciously avoid because I've been hurt (that is I felt hurt, or have allowed them to be hurtful in the past.) That's my stuff and until I learn how to stand up for myself in front of them, I avoid them.

It includes the people I dearly cherish--how will I be with them? Will I truly listen? Will I just project what I want them to be and how I want them to act or will I let them be their full selves? If I do, will I be hurt, or surprised, or love them ever more deeply?

Will I sleep well? 

All this talk of bed bugs in the city is maddening. I'm trying denial as a tool...when they come, I'll deal. 'Til then I'll live my life wild and strong.

Here's to the exploration of brotherhood, peace, retreat and love of man and God at Rowe, September 2010. Until then, it's August in NYC (and a little surprisingly fall-like and chilly.)

Be in TODAY.

Live and Work well.

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