reincarnating the practices that hurt us

a thread about the impact of unintentional coaching

For one minute every night, as the sun begins to set, it hits a building with large glass windows across the road from my apartment. If you don't know to look for it, you'd think it's any other sunset moment. But the reflections redirects perfectly into my open window, and turns my short entryway this gorgeous, warm orange. I remember reading/watching T…