Years ago, during an accident that lasted only seconds, I experienced what felt like hours of thought—and came away knowing I had chosen to stay. Now, after hearing others describe near-death experiences and nonlinear time, I’m looking at that day differently and wondering what it may have taught me about consciousness, free will, purpose, and the possibilities we encounter along the way.

The older I get, the less interested I am in deciding whether people are good or bad. I've learned that most of us are both.

What matters is creating small moments that help you reconnect—after disagreements, during busy seasons, while you're apart, and through all the ordinary days in between.

Today marks 36 years of marriage and 41 years together. When people hear those numbers, they may imagine we’ve somehow figured out the secret to a lasting marriage. They may imagine we’ve always agreed, always understood each other, or somehow avoided the struggles that come with sharing a life for more than four decades. When I think about those years, what comes to mind isn’t a secret.

Manifestation is a word I come across often these days. People talk about it as if it means wishing for something hard enough until the universe delivers it to your doorstep. I don’t think that is what manifestation is. I don’t believe we can think something into existence. I think manifestation is quieter than that. I believe it is about focus. About choosing where your thoughts live. About filtering out the constant negative voice that tells you: That is too hard. You can’t