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Good morning, my loves... This morning, during meditation, something came to me that I couldn’t shake. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It was quiet... almost like a whisper. And I knew I needed to write it. There’s an old saying that goes something like this:

Good morning, my loves... This morning, during meditation, something came to me that I couldn’t shake. It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic. It was quiet... almost like a whisper. And I knew I needed to write it. There’s an old saying that goes something like this:

The Researcher Behind the Questions After spending enough time reading someone’s work, something interesting begins to happen. The papers stop feeling like papers. The frameworks stop feeling like frameworks. Eventually... you begin seeing the person asking the questions. That happened to me with Silvia. Not because I know everything

The Researcher Behind the Questions After spending enough time reading someone’s work, something interesting begins to happen. The papers stop feeling like papers. The frameworks stop feeling like frameworks. Eventually... you begin seeing the person asking the questions. That happened to me with Silvia. Not because I know everything

Looking Above the Board I thought the interview was over. By this point, we had already talked about the questions researchers are asking. We had talked about coherence. We had talked about why her frameworks seemed different from many others I had observed. We had even stepped back to examine

Looking Above the Board I thought the interview was over. By this point, we had already talked about the questions researchers are asking. We had talked about coherence. We had talked about why her frameworks seemed different from many others I had observed. We had even stepped back to examine