Old emotion

To borrow from the lexicon of Thomas Merton, old emotion sleeps in our paper flesh like dynamite. Inevitably, when the circumstances are precisely right, it blows up. And someone says, “That wasn’t me.”

Gassy men

Back in the day, when I was facilitating men’s groups, we had rules. For example: No venting. The problem with venting is that while the venter feels briefly better, everyone else feels worse.