Introduction By meeting people where they are at and treating them like human beings, and not trying to change them, actu[1]ally opens up the possibility of transformation for them. —GABOR MATE, THE WISDOM OF TRAUMA Each of us has been deeply affected by addiction in our lives. It is rare that this is not the […]
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Foreword by Russ Hudson The popular Enneagram has become familiar to millions of people, and it is no longer a surprise to learn that a new friend or acquaintance knows his or her Enneagram type. Many are reading online threads and watching podcasts to learn their “number.” But even as the popularity of the Enneagram
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By Michael Naylor, M.Ed, CCS, LADC, CCPC, ETCopyright 2022 My Father—The Type Six Valiant Hero A Memoir of Mercy: Life with My Type Six Dad as a Type Four Son Copyright 2022 by Michael Naylor My Father was a Type Six, demonstrating many of the tell-tale signs, a community gatherer, a devoted
The Courage of Ali “I ain’t draft dodging. I ain’t burning no flag. I ain’t running to Canada. I’m staying right here. You want to send me to jail? Fine, you go right ahead. I’ve been in jail for 400 years. I could be there for 4 or 5 more, but I ain’t going no
T What Really Matters – What If This Were My Last Day…?By David Daniels, M.D. “Here, I do my best to put in simple terms that love, and how to manifest it in our lives each day, is ultimately the path of liberation and “What Really Matters.” This means, embodying receptive presence with an open
Developing Patience—Pema Chodron “You come to find that it helps to be able to laugh at what you see as your own imperfections. Patience could be a synonym for gentleness and loving-kindness. You can develop patience and loving-kindness and a sense of humor for your own imperfections, for your own limitations, for not living up
Blessing for Getting the News( on the sudden loss of a beloved) I don’t knowhow it will befor you.For me,when the news came—when it sat downacross from me in thewaiting roomat 4 a.m.,wearing scrubs andspeaking words awfuland full ofstrangeness—it came witha humming inmy head,an endless, echoing buzzingthat would neverentirely leave.I can hardly tell youthe words
