I got really good at escaping. Sometimes it was alcohol. Other times it looked a lot more respectable. Staying busy. Performing well. Holding everything together
A lot of life has happened between that wide-eyed boy and the man I am today. Decades filled with joy, love, mistakes, regrets, and ultimately recovery. Sitting in that gallery, looking at the preserved consoles of Mission Control while the Apollo 11 landing data scrolled across the screens, I realized something important: the sense of wonder and possibility that once fueled a boy’s space dreams is the same spirit that now sustains me in recovery.
This weekend, my daughter married the love of her life. As I reflect on the day, I am struck by the gift of presence —
Practicing Equanimity on Isle Royale Driving home after my seaplane flight back from a six-day solo backpacking adventure on Isle Royale—a rugged wilderness in the
Letting Go of the Old Me: Recovery as a Practice of Becoming There’s a moment in recovery when we realize: We’re not just giving up
From Hiding to Here: How Presence Became My Practice By Don Phelps For most of my life, I lived in two places: I was everywhere…
My fall from grace wasn’t just professional. It was spiritual. It shattered the identity I’d built over decades. And in that emptiness, I began to confront truths I’d been running from for years.
