Chapter 06

Learning to Remain

There is a quiet difference between visiting a place... and living there.

Most of us know the feeling.

We have walked through beautiful gardens while traveling.

We have stood beside oceans whose names we no longer remember.

We have watched sunsets that took our breath away.

For a moment, we belonged to the beauty… then we left.

The memory remained; the life did not.

There are people who treat peace the same way.

They visit it:

A quiet weekend;

A meaningful retreat;

A beautiful song;

A moment of prayer.

For a little while, everything feels clear…. then Monday arrives…

The traffic returns;

The phone rings;

The diagnosis comes;

The argument begins.

And peace feels as though it packed its bags and went home.

Perhaps peace was never meant to be a place we visit.

Perhaps it was meant to become our address.

When I was younger, I imagined spiritual growth as climbing.

One step, then another.

Always reaching;

Always improving;

Always hoping

I was making progress.

The older I become, the less that image helps me.

Life doesn't always feel like climbing…

Sometimes it feels like sitting beside a hospital bed.

Sometimes it feels like waiting.

Sometimes it feels like holding the hand of someone you cannot save.

Sometimes it feels like learning that love has work to do even when nothing

can be fixed.

Perhaps growth isn't always upward; perhaps it is inward.

There is a tree not far from where I often walk.

I have passed it in every season.

Winter leaves this tree looking almost lifeless; its branches seem empty…

Its strength hidden… then spring arrives.

Without hurry...

Without announcement...

Life quietly appears…

The tree never seems anxious about becoming itself.

It simply remains where its roots have always been.

I wonder how much of our exhaustion comes from confusing movement with life.

We are always moving:

Learning.

Achieving.

Recovering.

Planning.

Improving.

Yet the soul seems to ask a different question…

Not,

"How far have you traveled?"

But,

"Where have you been living?"

Jesus used a simple word.

"Remain"

Not because He lacked stronger language.

Perhaps because no stronger language was needed: 3

Remain,

Stay,

Make your home here,

Live from this place.

…It is one of the gentlest invitations in all of Scripture.

There is no urgency in it;

No threat,

No performance,

Only an open door.

I have begun to think that remaining is less about holding onto God...

and more about discovering that God has never let go of us.

Like a child asleep in the back seat of a car.

The child may awaken unsure of where the journey has gone.

The father has never once forgotten.

Love has been carrying the child all along.

Perhaps we spend too much energy trying to hold onto the One whose hands have

never loosened their grip.

The people I most admire have one thing in common.

They have stopped dividing life into sacred and ordinary:

Making coffee…

Watching birds…

Holding a friend's tears…

Walking quietly…

Reading…

Laughing…

Sitting beside someone who has no words.

Somehow all of it has become holy, not because the moments changed…

But because their awareness did.

Perhaps that is what “

remaining

” finally becomes…

Not escaping the world… Seeing it differently.

Finding that the Eternal has been quietly waiting in ordinary moments all along:

A kitchen table;

A hospice room;

A garden path;

A child's laughter;

A shared silence.

The holy has never needed dramatic entrances,

It has always preferred to arrive unnoticed.

The more I read the Gospels, the more I notice how often Jesus slowed down.

He noticed interruptions.

He paused for conversations others hurried past.

He ate meals that seemed unimportant.

He lingered with people who had nothing to offer Him.

Perhaps remaining always looks unproductive to a hurried world.

Yet almost everything beautiful grows slowly.

There is a strange freedom that comes when we stop asking,

"How can I find God?" and begin asking,

"Where has Love already been waiting for me today?"

The first question assumes distance;

The second assumes Presence.

Those are very different worlds.

Sit With This...

What if nothing extraordinary needs to happen today?

What if today is already full of quiet invitations?

Before this day ends...

Notice one ordinary moment that asks nothing of you except your attention.

Remain there, in that “ordinary moment” for a little while.

You may discover that Love was waiting before you arrived.

Chapter 05

The Well We Keep Returning To

There is a difference between drawing water... and becoming a well.

At first, we don't notice the distinction.

We spend much of our lives moving from one source to another.

One conversation encourages us, another disappoints us.

A success lifts our spirits; a failure drains them.

Approval becomes water; achievement becomes water.

Recognition becomes water, and without realizing it, we spend our days carrying

empty buckets.

…Always searching for the next place to fill them.

Then, every so often, we meet someone different.

They are not untouched by sorrow; they know disappointment.

They have buried dreams; they have carried grief.

Yet something within them remains strangely undisturbed…

Not untouched… Anchored.

They do not seem to live from what happens around them.

They live from somewhere deeper.

I've met people like this in hospice.

You might expect them to be the caregivers.

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Sometimes they are.

More often, they are the ones who are dying.

There have been moments when I entered a room expecting to bring comfort...

only to leave having received it.

How does that happen?

How can someone whose body is failing somehow strengthen the people standing

beside the bed?

Perhaps because life is measured by a different kind of strength than we imagined.

I remember sitting beside a man whose words had become few.

The room was quiet; the machines spoke more often than he did.

After a long silence, he looked toward his family, then he smiled.

Not the smile of someone pretending everything was fine.

The smile of someone who had stopped negotiating with reality.

Peace had become larger than fear.

No sermon was preached that afternoon, yet everyone in the room learned

something.

It has taken me years to realize that peace cannot be borrowed for very long.

Eventually, every borrowed source runs dry:

Applause fades, certainty wavers, health changes, people leave…

Even our own understanding grows and changes with time.

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If everything we depend upon can disappear...

…where does lasting peace come from?

Perhaps that question has always mattered more than its answer.

Because the question itself begins turning us toward the well.

Jesus once spoke to a woman beside an ordinary well.

At first, the conversation sounded like it was about water, it wasn't; it was about

thirst, not the thirst of the body…

The quieter thirst we spend our lives trying to satisfy.

The longing to belong, to rest, to stop proving ourselves, to finally come home.

I wonder if we have misunderstood thirst.

Perhaps thirst isn't evidence that something is wrong with us.

Perhaps it is evidence that we were created for communion.

Every thirst points toward a source.

The tragedy is not that we thirst.

The tragedy is how often we drink from places that cannot sustain us.

The people who have most deeply shaped my life all seem to share one quiet

characteristic.

They stopped living reactively.

They no longer rose and fell with every compliment or criticism.

Their joy wasn't fragile; their kindness wasn't conditional.

Their hope wasn't dependent upon circumstances cooperating.

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It was as though they had discovered an underground river.

Something invisible; something constant.

Perhaps that is what Acts 4 has been whispering all along.

The courage of Peter and John wasn't manufactured in the moment.

Courage rarely is, it flowed from somewhere.

When the religious leaders said,

"They have been with Jesus,

"

perhaps they weren't identifying where Peter and John had gone.

Perhaps they had recognized the source from which they now lived.

I have begun wondering if the deepest question isn't,

"Who are you?"

Nor even,

"Who have you been with?"

Perhaps the deepest question is,

"From what well do you draw your life?"

Because eventually... whatever nourishes us... becomes visible.

Sit With This...

When life becomes difficult... where do you instinctively go?

Not where you think you should go, but where do you actually go?

We all have a well; some leave us thirsty.

Others quietly teach us that Living Water is less something we possess than

Someone who patiently invites us to return.

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Chapter 04

The Atmosphere We Carry

Before a single word is spoken, something has already entered the room.

We've all experienced it:

A meeting begins, and tension is already sitting at the table.

A family gathers, and laughter seems to arrive before anyone does.

You visit someone's home for the first time and, within moments, you feel

strangely at ease, or strangely guarded. Nothing has been explained, yet

something has already been communicated.

Perhaps every person carries an atmosphere.

Atmospheres are difficult to describe:

You cannot hold one in your hands; you cannot weigh it.

There is no instrument that measures peace.

No scale that quantifies kindness.

No photograph that captures trust.

Yet we know when they are present.

Just as surely as we know when they are absent.

Think about the people who have shaped your life.

Perhaps you remember very little of what they said.

But you remember how you felt when you were with them: safe, curious, accepted,

seen… or perhaps... afraid, small, never quite enough…

Long after conversations fade, atmosphere remains.

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Hospice has taught me that people rarely remember perfect sentences.

People remember presence.

Families have often said to me,

"I don't remember exactly what you said that day...

"

Then they pause,

"But I remember how peaceful the room felt.

"

That has always humbled me.

Because I know the peace wasn't something I manufactured.

It was something I had first received.

Perhaps peace is less something we produce than something we learn to carry.

There is an old saying that we become what we repeatedly behold.

I have wondered if the same is true of atmosphere.

Whatever we continually live near eventually begins living within us.

Stay near criticism long enough, and criticism begins sounding like your own

thoughts.

Remain in fear, and the imagination slowly forgets how to hope.

Live in competition, and every relationship quietly becomes a comparison.

But remain near genuine love... remain near mercy... remain near joy...

And something equally mysterious begins happening.

The heart starts speaking a different language.

This may explain something I have noticed throughout my life.

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The wisest people I have known seldom worked hard to appear wise.

The kindest people rarely announced their kindness.

The most peaceful people never seemed preoccupied with being peaceful.

They simply lived from somewhere deeper.

Fruit never strains to convince anyone that it belongs to the tree.

It simply reveals the life of the tree.

Perhaps the atmosphere we carry reveals the life we have been living within.

When I was younger, I believed maturity meant having better answers.

Today, I am less certain.

I think maturity may be measured by something quieter.

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C an anot h er person b reat h e more f reel y b ecause t h e y h ave b een wi t h

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me?

D o peo pl e l eave m y presence carr yi n g more h o pe t h an wh en t h e y

arri ved ?

H ave I b ecome someone wh o enl ar ges anot h er person' s soul ... or

someone wh o unk nowi n gl y ask s t h em t o b ecome smal l er?

Those questions have become more important to me than winning arguments.

There is a remarkable detail hidden throughout the Gospels.

People were not only drawn to what Jesus taught; they were drawn to Him.

Children were unafraid to come near Him.

Those burdened by shame found themselves lingering in His company.

The weary somehow rested before they understood everything He was saying.

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It makes me wonder if the first sermon Jesus ever preached was not spoken from a

hillside…

Perhaps it was preached through the atmosphere He carried.

Before He explained the kingdom... People experienced it.

What if this is the quiet invitation waiting beneath Acts 4?

The religious leaders did not say,

"These men have mastered His theology.

"

They said,

"These men have been with Jesus.

"

Something familiar had entered the room.

Not a doctrine. Not a technique.

An atmosphere: Courage, Peace, Freedom, Love without anxiety.

It was recognizable because they had seen it before.

Maybe this is how the Kingdom continues to arrive.

Not first through louder voices, but through quieter lives.

Not through people trying to appear extraordinary.

But through ordinary people whose lives have become hospitable to Love.

The world is not starving only for information.

It is aching for an atmosphere where hearts can unfold without fear.

Perhaps that is the fragrance of Christ Paul later described—not perfume to be

admired from a distance…

But the quiet evidence that someone has spent time where Love dwells.

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Sit With This...

Think about the people who feel safest to you.

Don't ask what they know; ask what they carry.

Then ask yourself a gentler question:

What atmosphere do I leave behind when I walk out of a room?

Not to judge yourself; simply to notice.

Because whatever fills the heart has a way of filling the room.

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Chapter 02

Some Things Can Only Be Seen Indirectly

There are certain things we never actually see.

We have never seen the wind.

We have only watched leaves surrender to it.

We have never seen gravity; only the quiet certainty with which everything falls.

We have never seen love; only the way someone's face softens when another enters the room.

Some realities are known by their effects, not by direct observation.

Perhaps Presence belongs in that category.

Years ago, while sitting with a family whose husband and father was dying, very little was said.

There wasn't much left to say, the room had already heard every medical explanation.

Every hopeful possibility had been exhausted.

Words had become strangely unnecessary.

So, we simply sat together. Minutes passed. Maybe longer.

No one seemed interested in filling the silence.

Later, one of the family members quietly said, "Thank you for being here."

I've often wondered about those words; I hadn't solved anything.

I hadn't offered remarkable wisdom; I hadn't changed the outcome.

Why did my being there matter?

Perhaps because, in life's deepest moments, people are not looking for explanations, they are looking for someone who is not afraid to remain.

Remaining has become an undervalued gift.

We celebrate achievement; we reward productivity; we admire speed.

But love has always seemed strangely unhurried, it lingers, it listens,

It refuses to measure the value of a moment by how efficient it was.

Perhaps this is why some people change us without ever trying to.

They remain long enough for our souls to remember what peace feels like.

I have noticed something else…

When someone carries genuine peace, it rarely announces itself.

It doesn't compete for attention; it doesn't need recognition.

Peace simply creates space, it allows everyone else to breathe.

You can almost feel the room exhale.

Perhaps you've known someone like that.

Maybe a grandparent, a teacher, a nurse, a neighbor.

Someone whose greatest gift wasn't what they accomplished.

It was who everyone became while they were nearby.

Only recently have I begun reading an old story differently.

Two ordinary men stood before people who possessed every credential that mattered:

Education, position, authority, approval…

Everything suggested the educated men should have recognized superior arguments.

Instead, they recognized something much harder to explain,

they noticed courage, not loud courage, not defiant courage.

a settled courage, the kind that no longer needs to prove itself.

Then comes one of the quietest observations in Scripture:

"They took note that these men had been with Jesus."

Notice what the text does not say…

It doesn't say Peter and John were trying to imitate Jesus.

It doesn't say they quoted Him perfectly.

It doesn't even say they convinced everyone.

It simply says that someone noticed they had been near Him.

That sentence has begun changing the way I understand spiritual growth.

Perhaps becoming isn't mostly about trying harder.

Perhaps becoming is what naturally happens when we remain near love long enough.

There is an old piece of iron lying beside a magnet.

If left there long enough something remarkable happens.

The iron slowly begins behaving differently.

Not because it decided to.

Not because it attended a seminar.

Not because it was commanded to change.

Simply because it remained close.

I sometimes wonder if the human soul works more like that than we realize.

This thought has quietly changed the way I pray.

Less asking… More noticing.

Less striving… More remaining.

Less trying to become someone… 

More learning to live near the One who already is.

Perhaps transformation has always been less mechanical than relational.

Less like building… More like growing.

Sit With This...

Think of someone whose presence has made you feel more fully yourself.

Don't analyze why; don't explain it, simply remember.

Sometimes remembering is the first step toward recognizing what has been shaping us all along.

Chapter 02

Some Things Can Only Be Seen Indirectly

There are certain things we never actually see.

We have never seen the wind.

We have only watched leaves surrender to it.

We have never seen gravity; only the quiet certainty with which everything falls.

We have never seen love; only the way someone's face softens when another enters the room.

Some realities are known by their effects, not by direct observation.

Perhaps Presence belongs in that category.

Years ago, while sitting with a family whose husband and father was dying, very little was said.

There wasn't much left to say, the room had already heard every medical explanation.

Every hopeful possibility had been exhausted.

Words had become strangely unnecessary.

So, we simply sat together. Minutes passed. Maybe longer.

No one seemed interested in filling the silence.

Later, one of the family members quietly said, "Thank you for being here."

I've often wondered about those words; I hadn't solved anything.

I hadn't offered remarkable wisdom; I hadn't changed the outcome.

Why did my being there matter?

Perhaps because, in life's deepest moments, people are not looking for explanations, they are looking for someone who is not afraid to remain.

Remaining has become an undervalued gift.

We celebrate achievement; we reward productivity; we admire speed.

But love has always seemed strangely unhurried, it lingers, it listens,

It refuses to measure the value of a moment by how efficient it was.

Perhaps this is why some people change us without ever trying to.

They remain long enough for our souls to remember what peace feels like.

I have noticed something else…

When someone carries genuine peace, it rarely announces itself.

It doesn't compete for attention; it doesn't need recognition.

Peace simply creates space, it allows everyone else to breathe.

You can almost feel the room exhale.

Perhaps you've known someone like that.

Maybe a grandparent, a teacher, a nurse, a neighbor.

Someone whose greatest gift wasn't what they accomplished.

It was who everyone became while they were nearby.

Only recently have I begun reading an old story differently.

Two ordinary men stood before people who possessed every credential that mattered:

Education, position, authority, approval…

Everything suggested the educated men should have recognized superior arguments.

Instead, they recognized something much harder to explain,

they noticed courage, not loud courage, not defiant courage.

a settled courage, the kind that no longer needs to prove itself.

Then comes one of the quietest observations in Scripture:

"They took note that these men had been with Jesus."

Notice what the text does not say…

It doesn't say Peter and John were trying to imitate Jesus.

It doesn't say they quoted Him perfectly.

It doesn't even say they convinced everyone.

It simply says that someone noticed they had been near Him.

That sentence has begun changing the way I understand spiritual growth.

Perhaps becoming isn't mostly about trying harder.

Perhaps becoming is what naturally happens when we remain near love long enough.

There is an old piece of iron lying beside a magnet.

If left there long enough something remarkable happens.

The iron slowly begins behaving differently.

Not because it decided to.

Not because it attended a seminar.

Not because it was commanded to change.

Simply because it remained close.

I sometimes wonder if the human soul works more like that than we realize.

This thought has quietly changed the way I pray.

Less asking… More noticing.

Less striving… More remaining.

Less trying to become someone… 

More learning to live near the One who already is.

Perhaps transformation has always been less mechanical than relational.

Less like building… More like growing.

Sit With This...

Think of someone whose presence has made you feel more fully yourself.

Don't analyze why; don't explain it, simply remember.

Sometimes remembering is the first step toward recognizing what has been shaping us all along.

Introduction

We Are All Becoming Someone

Have you ever noticed that some people stay with you long after they've left the room?

Not because they were loud.

Not because they were impressive.

Not because they had all the answers.

There was simply something about them.

Years may pass before you realize what it was.

They carried a certain steadiness.

They listened without rushing.

They didn't seem driven by the need to prove themselves.

Around them, you somehow became a little quieter, a little kinder, a little more yourself.

At the time, you probably couldn't have explained it.

You simply knew you enjoyed being near them.

I've come to believe that some of the most important things in life are caught long before they are taught; peace is one of them.

So is fear, joy, suspicion, hope… even despair.

These things have a way of moving from one life into another, often without a single word being spoken.

Perhaps that is why we instinctively tell our children to choose their friends carefully.

Not because friendship is dangerous, but because companionship is formative.

We become like what we repeatedly live nearby.

For years I thought that was all my father meant when he would say,

"Tell me who you go with, and I'll tell you who you are."

It sounded like practical wisdom; good advice, the kind of thing every parent says.

I nodded, agreed, and carried on.

Only much later did I begin to wonder if he had unknowingly said something much deeper.

Perhaps he wasn't talking primarily about the people we choose.

Perhaps he was talking about the presence we continually allow to shape us.

Life has a way of testing our assumptions.

Mine came through thousands of quiet conversations…

Hospital rooms; living rooms; hospice visits; funerals.

Long silences shared with people who knew they were nearing the end of their lives.

Something unexpected began to emerge.

When life becomes small enough, almost everything we spend our lives chasing quietly falls away.

Titles matter less; success matters less; arguments matter less…

What remains is astonishingly simple:

People remember how someone made them feel.

They remember who stayed, who listened, who wasn't afraid of silence…

Who carried peace when everything else seemed uncertain.

Presence outlives performance.

And once you begin seeing that, you start noticing it everywhere.

I've also noticed something else…

The people who shaped me most were rarely the people I expected.

Some were accomplished; many were not.

Some never stood behind a microphone or wrote a book.

Some simply possessed an unusual ability to remain present.

As a young man, two of my unexpected guides were ninety-two and ninety-six years old.

Neither would have considered themselves influential.

Yet I still carry them with me.

Not because I remember everything they said, but because I remember who they were.

Their steadiness became part of my own story before I ever realized I was learning from them.

That has caused me to wonder...

What if influence has very little to do with visibility?

What if the deepest teachers in our lives are often the quietest ones?

Years after my father spoke those words, I found myself reading an ancient sentence that seemed strangely familiar.

It wasn't looking for me, or perhaps it was.

It simply waited until I was ready to hear it.

It described two ordinary men.

They had no impressive credentials.

No recognized authority.

No religious status that would have earned anyone's respect.

Yet those watching them noticed something they couldn't explain.

They quietly said, "These men had been with Jesus."

I don't think they were commenting on where Peter and John had spent their afternoon.

I think they were recognizing what had slowly become true of them: Presence had become visible, and that simple observation raises a question that has followed me ever since:

 

Not... What do you believe?

Not... What church do you attend?

Not even... How much do you know?

But something far more personal:

Who—or what—is quietly shaping the person you are becoming?

That is the journey this book invites us to explore.

Not as an argument; not as a set of conclusions, but as a shared discovery.

Because I have a growing suspicion that faith is far gentler than many of us imagined.

Perhaps it has never been standing at the finish line waiting for us to arrive.

Perhaps it has been quietly walking beside us all along...

Waiting for us to notice.

Chapter 01

We Don't Always Notice What Is Forming Us

There is an old saying that fish are the last to discover water.

Whether the saying is true hardly matters; the point does.

The things that surround us every day often become the things we notice least.

The tone of a home; the pace of a workplace.

The anxiety of the evening news; the kindness of a neighbor.

The conversations we replay in our minds.

The people we continually return to.

Most of us assume we are making independent choices.

Yet much of who we become is quietly shaped by the atmosphere we inhabit.

Formation is rarely dramatic; it is wonderfully ordinary.

Think about the aroma of fresh bread.

You don't have to eat it to know it's there.

Walk into the bakery for a few minutes, and your clothes carry the fragrance with you.

Sit beside a campfire long enough and, hours later, someone will smile and say,

"You smell like smoke", no one is surprised.

That is simply what happens when we spend time near something.

Presence leaves a trace; perhaps people do as well.

Looking back over my own life, I can remember people whose influence far exceeded their words; at the time, I didn't know why.

They weren't necessarily the smartest people I had met.

They weren't always the most accomplished.

Some of them rarely spoke at all.

Yet whenever I left them, I found myself becoming just a little more patient.

A little less hurried, a little less afraid.

I couldn't explain it then. Today, I think I can.

They were sharing more than ideas; they were sharing themselves.

That realization has changed the way I think about influence.

We often imagine influence as something loud:

A stage, a microphone, a title, followers, recognition.

But perhaps the deepest influence happens almost invisibly.

Like roots beneath the soil.

Like sunlight slowly turning a seed toward the sky.

Like a river shaping stone, not through force, but through faithful presence.

Many years ago, I thought maturity meant collecting better answers.

Now I'm not so sure.

I wonder if maturity is less about accumulating information and more about becoming the kind of person who brings peace into a room.

Not because we've mastered life, but because life has slowly taught us where to live.

It is here that an ancient story begins to make fresh sense.

Two ordinary men stood before the most educated and respected leaders of their day.

Everything about the moment suggested they should have been intimidated.

Instead, something unexpected happened.

The observers became the ones who were unsettled.

Not because Peter and John were more educated.

Not because they were more persuasive.

Not because they held greater authority.

Something else had captured everyone's attention.

The account simply says,

"When they saw the courage of Peter and John and realized that they were unschooled, ordinary men, they were astonished..."

Then comes one of the most beautiful observations in all of Scripture.

"...and they took note that these men had been with Jesus."

I have read those words countless times.

For years, I assumed the remarkable part of the sentence was that Peter and John had once walked with Jesus.

Now I wonder if the remarkable part is something else entirely:

Someone noticed; presence had become visible.

Perhaps that is always how love works.

It quietly shapes us until one day someone else notices before we do.

Not perfection; not certainty; not religious achievement.

Simply a different way of being human.

Before we continue, I want to invite you to pause.

Not to answer a question, just to notice.

Who are the people whose presence leaves you feeling more alive?

Who leaves you quieter? Kinder? More patient? More hopeful?

Perhaps those are the people who have been teaching you all along.

And perhaps the greatest teachers are rarely the ones who try to teach.

Notice this week: 

Pay attention to how you feel after spending time with different people. 

Don't judge them—or yourself, simply notice what each presence awakens in you.

Carry this with you: 

Presence always leaves more behind than words.

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