It's the conversation stupid...

I am my conversation.

My conversations determine my actions in the world. They are the catalyst; they are the filter; they are the raw ingredients of all I have in my life and of all that I do in and with my life. My conversation shows up in my body, shows up in my emotions, shows up in my spirit. My conversation gives me access to life and aliveness...it also ages me and jaundices my view of the wonders of the world. My conversation connects or, more likely, it separates...it has the power to be inclusive and it is often exclusive.

How often have I really stepped back and listened to the conversation(s) that are my life? To the conversation that is me? How do I move through the world as a conversation? What is the story my conversation generates in others? What are the implications when I start looking at and for the core conversation that lives within? What is the 3:00 a.m. conversation I hold with myself that no one else listens in on? It's the one that everyone in my life runs into.