Hands aren’t only for holding and grasping—they’re also for teaching us what it’s like to surrender, palms up, empty-handed. The nothing we find there is often the something we need.

It’s hard to let go of our many identities. Getting up and writing has been ‘who I am’ for forty years or so. The fear we all have is that when something leaves our lives, whether it’s a job, or a creative activity, or a person, we won’t know who we are without it. This is acutely present with caregivers: taking care of someone becomes our identity, and when that person is gone, the loss is compounded by losing the sense of self it gave us: what am I going to do now? How will I spend my days or nights? What will define me?

I’m still writing my Dreamshaping posts, and I’ve decided to start putting out the podcast again. It never went away, it was just resting! I’m going to aim for at least one a week, preferably two. It will also motivate me to keep writing. This is a project 18+ years in the making, and it’s time to ‘make it so!’

These podcasts, like the blog posts and book chapters, are intended to be short, life-affirming podcasts people can listen to when they have an extra five minutes to make their dreams come to fruition. And the dream begins …

This is the podcast edition of my recent ‘Seeds of Doubt‘ blog post.