Letters

A way of meeting your own life that isn’t a verdict on it. One letter at a time, in order; start with the first, or wander.

  • True is geometry, not perfection

    You have probably noticed the courtroom. It’s there every time you step on a scale, or catch yourself in a window, or open the calendar to a day you swore…

  • The body is given

    Last time I left you at a door and promised we’d walk through it. The door was a small word — given — and the relief behind it is so…

  • Met, not managed

    Last time I left you holding a question I promised to answer. We’d traded one metaphor for another — the body is not a machine you built and are liable…

  • Finding the spaces

    Last time I left you at a door I’d only cracked open. We’d traded managing the body for meeting it — operating less, attending more — and I said that…

  • No one is healthy alone

    Last time I left you reading your own grain — learning to find the openings in yourself instead of forcing the blade through the bone. And right at the end…

  • The love produces the practice

    Last time I left you standing inside something you didn’t build — a membership, a web of others that was holding you before you could hold yourself. And right at…

  • Discipline without the courtroom

    Last time I left you at a door I’d promised to walk through. We’d found the engine — that acceptance comes first, unearned, and that’s what sets the practice in…

  • The slip and the return

    Last time I left you a gentle version of discipline — the day as the unit, the missed morning read as a tilt rather than a crime, the student’s posture…

  • Where the traditions disagree

    Last time I left you with a confession I’d been putting off. For eight letters I’ve handed you wisdom from a lot of different rooms — the woodworker and the…

  • The daily form

    Last time I took you about as high as these letters go — up into the question of who, if anyone, is behind the given, and whether you have to…

  • The slower way

    Last time I left you on plain ground, at the end of the first stretch of road — and I said the road doesn’t end there, it just turns. So…

The letters also arrive by email, one at a time, at Staying In True on Substack.