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What People Get Wrong About Spiritual Direction

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There’s a particular kind of confusion that comes up almost every time spiritual direction is mentioned. People hear “spiritual” and think church. They hear “direction” and think someone’s about to tell them what to do. Neither is quite right, and the confusion is understandable — it’s an old practice with a name that doesn’t translate easily into how we talk now.

So let’s start with what it actually is.

Spiritual direction is a confidential, one-on-one companionship that creates space to notice where the sacred is already present in your everyday life — your joys, struggles, questions, and transitions. Not where it should be, or where you wish it were. Where it already is, whether or not you’ve had language for it yet.

That noticing happens through deep listening. A director isn’t formulating a response while you talk; they’re paying attention — to your words, to what’s underneath them, to the silences. Conversation, prayer, silence, reflection — these are the tools, but the posture underneath all of them is the same: compassion without judgment, curiosity without an agenda.

It’s also, importantly, not a single appointment that wraps something up. Spiritual direction tends to unfold as an ongoing relationship, typically meeting monthly, because the things worth paying attention to in a life rarely show themselves all at once. They surface slowly, in fragments, across seasons. A director who’s been walking with you for a year can hear an echo in this month’s session that connects to something you said eight months ago — and that kind of continuity is part of what makes the practice work.

And it’s open to anyone. You don’t need a particular faith tradition, or any tradition at all, to do this work. The starting point is always your own lived experience, not a doctrine you’re being measured against.

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Now, what it isn’t — because this matters just as much.

It isn’t therapy or counseling. A spiritual director isn’t trained to diagnose or treat mental health conditions, and a good one will know that boundary well and respect it. Plenty of people find real value in having both a therapist and a spiritual director at the same time — one tending to the mind, one tending to the soul, each doing its own work without trying to be the other.

It isn’t religious instruction. Nobody hands you a doctrine to follow or grades how faithfully you’re practicing. If you came expecting a syllabus, you’d be disappointed — and that’s by design. The conversation starts with you, not a curriculum.

It isn’t advice-giving or problem-solving. This might be the hardest one for people used to efficiency. A director isn’t going to hand you a three-step plan. Instead, they ask the kind of questions that help you find your own clarity — slower, yes, but often truer, because it’s clarity you arrived at rather than clarity you were handed.

And it isn’t a quick fix. Like most things worth doing, it unfolds gradually, session by session. If you’re looking for a fast resolution to something, this isn’t that. If you’re looking for a steady companion while you sit with something that doesn’t resolve quickly — grief, a discernment, a season of change — this might be exactly that.

So who is this actually for?

Anyone in a season of discernment. Anyone carrying grief that hasn’t found its shape yet. Anyone who senses there’s more going on beneath the surface of their days but hasn’t had a space — or a companion — to slow down enough to notice it.

If that’s resonating, here’s an easy next step: a free, no-obligation 15-minute conversation with either of us, just to talk it through. No pressure, no commitment — just a chance to see if this is the right fit for where you are right now. 

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Peace and every good.

 

Leaving the Family You Love: A Six Seconds Story

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What Is Ours to Do: Six Years Inside the World’s EQ Family

We were sitting at Josh Freedman’s table in California, there to do actual work on an idea that had started with us and Josh after a night in Italy when everything was stolen.

That loss wasn’t metaphorical — it was the kind that strips a trip down to its studs and leaves you standing on a street in a foreign country with nothing but each other and whatever faith you came with. Sitting with that loss, Lynette and I began talking about something we couldn’t quite let go of afterward: a conviction that emotional intelligence, as powerful as it is, might be missing a layer. It could help you understand your feelings. It could not, on its own, help you understand your soul. We started calling that missing layer SQ, and while we were in Italy we told Josh we would like to be more involved with Six Seconds. He suggested an assessment built around spiritual intelligence, which eventually brought the concept to Josh’s table to evolve further, because Six Seconds had been the architecture of our own EQ formation for years, and he was the person we trusted most in that moment to talk it through with.

Josh listened the way he always does — fully, without performing his attention — and then he made suggestions that were smaller than what we’d imagined and, in their own way, wiser. Rather than reworking the SEI, the Six Seconds Emotional Intelligence Assessment that sat at the center of everything Six Seconds did, he proposed adding a spiritual assessment alongside it — one more tool in the library he’d already built, not a replacement for the organization’s core focus. Out of that suggestion came the SEQ — Spiritual Emotional Intelligence — a framework Lynette would spend years refining, eventually carrying it into her doctoral research with the Haden Institute. But that’s a different post. This one is about what happened next, at that same table.

While we were sitting there, we noticed Six Seconds was advertising for Regional Network Directors for North America. We asked Josh, somewhat sheepishly, if we should apply. “Sure,” he said. “Go ahead.” So we did, and the interview process began. Somewhere in the middle of it, we made an unusual request: we would take the role only if we could job-share it, together, at the salary of one person. It was a strange thing to ask for, and a stranger thing for an organization to say yes to. But Six Seconds said yes. And in one of those interviews, when they asked what we’d do with the region if we got it, Lynette and I gave an answer that had nothing to do with metrics or growth targets. We said we wanted to wrap North America in a warm blanket of love and understanding. That was the whole strategy. They hired us anyway.

The six years that followed were not what either of us expected, and they were more than either of us could have asked for.

We traveled to countries we’d never have reason to visit otherwise, and because we were there to work, not to vacation, we didn’t stay in hotels so much as we stayed in people’s lives. We sat at their tables. We learned their rhythms. We met people who would become genuinely dear to us, not contacts but family, and we got to see up close what it means for emotional intelligence to take root in a culture — not as a training module but as a way communities choose to treat each other. We came home from those trips different every time, fuller, more convinced that the work mattered.

We also got a front-row seat to something we hadn’t expected to witness so directly: the architecture of Josh’s mind. Calling him a genius might be generous or it might be exactly right — we’ve never been entirely sure which, and we suspect he isn’t either — but what we saw, year after year, was someone with an almost uncanny capacity to pull threads from neuroscience, education, business, and human development and weave them into something coherent enough to hand to a stranger and say, here, this will help you. None of that happened in isolation. Six Seconds is the work of many hands before us, beside us and ahead of us, people whose names don’t appear in the history pages, but whose fingerprints are all over the organization Six Seconds is today. We were grateful to be among them, even for a season.

Then the pandemic arrived, and everything we thought we knew about resilience got tested against something none of us had a training module for.

There were stretches of those years that asked more of our communication, our patience, and our nervous systems than almost anything we’d faced before — including the years building Varment Guard from nothing. There were moments of real friction inside the Six Seconds family, the kind that surfaces when an entire global community is trying to hold itself together through grief and uncertainty at the same time. We loved that family through all of it: the smiles, the frowns, the hard and honest conversations that emotional intelligence doesn’t exempt you from but requires of you. EQ was never a tool for avoiding conflict in that season. It was the only thing that made the conflict survivable, and occasionally, even generative. There were successes in the middle of it that made us cry — not from relief, but from something closer to awe, the sense of watching people choose connection when isolation would have been so much easier.

Through all six years, Lynette and I kept coming back to the same question, the one that has quietly governed most of the major decisions of our lives together: what is ours to do?

For that season, the answer was Six Seconds. We had a structure to help build for North America, and we built it — a structure that worked exactly as it needed to, for exactly as long as it needed to, until the world changed again and a different structure became necessary for an age of AI and rapidly shifting communities. We weren’t building something meant to outlast us unchanged. We were building something meant to serve, and then to be replaced by whatever served better. That’s not failure. That’s stewardship.

When the time came to leave, we left — not because the work stopped mattering, but because our hearts had never stopped belonging to the spiritual journey of the seekers in our own world, the ones who came looking for spirit of EQ specifically because they wanted the spiritual layer Six Seconds had helped us name but couldn’t, by its own scope and mission, fully carry. So, we said a true and grateful goodbye to a family we loved, and we came home to the work we were always going to return to.

What we keep coming back to, looking at those six years now, is this: none of it would have happened if we hadn’t been willing to ask an honest question out loud at someone else’s table, and none of it would have ended well if we hadn’t been willing to leave when leaving was the truer thing to do. Honoring the deepest truth in yourself sometimes looks like raising your hand for an opportunity you’re not sure you deserve. Sometimes it looks like walking away from a family you love because another part of your life is calling you home. Both are the same practice, really — the practice of taking your own soul seriously enough to follow it, even into the unknown, even when the unknown costs you something real.

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We are endlessly thankful for Six Seconds, for Josh’s strange and generous brilliance, for the people who walked beside us before we arrived and the ones who are still walking that road now, building whatever comes next for a world that badly needs more emotional intelligence, not less. And we are thankful, too, for the courage it took to come home.

Peace and every good.

 

Numbness, Discernment, and Voting with Care

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Sometimes I am just plain numb.

Not in a dramatic, storybook way—no fireworks, no sudden collapse. It’s quieter than that. It feels like driving through fog for days: my hands still move, my calendar still gets filled, my words still come out in the right order. I can answer emails. I can make dinner. I can show up.

But something inside me turns down the brightness.

It’s as if my heart has decided, If I can’t carry all this, I’ll carry less. Do you know what I mean here? Not because I’ve stopped caring—at least not exactly—but because my body seems to be trying to protect me from the cost of caring all at once, for too long, in a world that never stops asking for attention. EVER!

Numbness doesn’t always announce itself. Sometimes it disguises itself as competence. Sometimes it sounds like, “It’s fine,” when what I mean is, “I can’t feel the full weight of this moment and still function.”

Then the information comes.

It doesn’t arrive all at once anymore—it arrives like weather. Right? Headlines. Updates. Breaking news. A constant parade of opinions wrapped in certainty, wrapped in urgency, wrapped like they’re personal medicine for whatever I’m currently hungry for. You don’t even have to choose it. It just finds you. It knows what makes you afraid. It knows what makes you feel righteous. It knows what you’re lonely for.

And somehow it keeps stacking until numbness looks less like rest and more like survival.

I used to think numbness was the opposite of hope. Lately I’m wondering if numbness can be a protective shutoff—not because we stopped caring, but because we’ve been overwhelmed with caring for too many things we can’t fix alone.

And that leads me to a question that keeps waking me up at night:

What can we believe? Anything?

Because belief—at least the kind that’s constantly being pushed at us—doesn’t always arrive through reflection. It arrives through pressure. Through targeting. Through personalization. Through a feed that seems to understand my nerves better than I do.

If everything is designed to convince you, then belief itself becomes slippery. I don’t just weigh information; I experience a kind of emotional tug-of-war. I borrow certainty for relief in the moment. I scroll until I find a voice that makes my feelings sound wise. I trade listening for winning. I trade the slow work of discernment for the quick thrill of being right.

Then the next wave arrives.

And I realize the certainty I leaned on wasn’t built to last inside me. It doesn’t grow roots in my values or my conscience. It just briefly covers the exposed parts of me. It soothes discomfort without earning trust. It can feel true because it feels stabilizing—but stability isn’t the same thing as truth.

What I didn’t fully understand until very recently is that the battle isn’t only “what people believe.” The battle is also the environment that trains my mind to adopt beliefs quickly, intensely, and defensively.

And I’ve felt what that training does to me—especially when I start getting stuck around elections.

I keep thinking about how I decide when everything feels like it’s trying to decide for me.

Not just who wins. Not just what side I’m on. But what I can responsibly believe long enough to vote. I was talking with one of my daughters the other day, and she is pretty dog gone smart, we got into this tug of war over voting, who’s right, who’s wrong. Because there are only two choices, correct? I mean we must stand on that statement, right?

Well, voting isn’t theoretical for me. It’s a real choice with real consequences. And I don’t want numbness to steal my discernment while I’m pretending, I’m just “being realistic.”

I’ve noticed a pattern in myself that I don’t like but can’t ignore when information gets relentless, I start chasing certainty. Then I start getting suspicious. Then I start getting overwhelmed. Then numbness shows up again—not calm, not peace, but a kind of emotional dimming so I don’t have to keep bracing.

It’s not that I can’t think. It’s that my thinking gets hijacked by urgency. Can you hear that? Urgency!

So, I’ve been trying to build a decision process that slows down instead of speeding up—one that treats belief like something I cultivate, not something I grab.

Here are a few shifts that have helped me, at least a little:

1) I check my nervous system before I check the headline.

When I’m tense, my brain reads like a courtroom. I look for evidence that will make me feel safe in my conclusion. If I notice my body is on alert, I don’t scroll as much. I pause long enough to ask: Am I trying to find truth—or trying to calm fear? Those are very different tasks.

2) I separate “credible” from “certain.”

A claim can sound confident and still be unreliable. A person can sound convincing and still be careless. When I’m tempted to treat certainty as proof, I try to look for things that last longer than a moment: consistency, willingness to update, clear sourcing, and an ability to hold up under questions.

3) I let my values be a filter, not a shortcut.

Values matter to me—compassion, justice, truth-seeking. But I’ve learned that values can accidentally become permission slips. So instead of asking, “Does this match my values?” I try to ask, “If this policy is applied in the world, who does it help, who does it harm, what tradeoffs are being ignored?”

4) I make decisions in steps, not in panic.

The election cycle tempts me to compress everything into one anxious sprint: gather all info, feel certain, choose immediately, feel morally resolved. But discernment doesn’t work well under time pressure that’s designed by other people. I’ve started asking myself what I can know enough to make the next small responsible decision—and what I need to postpone until I can look again with better clarity.

5) I treat belief like a draft.

If I notice my belief requires me to reject nuance completely—if it demands, I treat disagreement as stupidity or betrayal—that’s a sign. I want convictions that can survive complexity, not convictions that collapse the moment reality gets complicated.

Numbness and discernment both show up as signals, not enemies. Numbness can mean I’m overloaded. It can mean I need boundaries with my attention. It can mean I’ve absorbed too much conflict with no outlet except more information.

But numbness can also become its own trap: a quiet way of opting out. A way of “not feeling” that looks like neutrality while it quietly reshapes what I’m willing to care about.

I don’t want numbness to decide my vote by dulling my conscience. I don’t want exhaustion to turn into apathy dressed as wisdom.

And this is where my concern returns, again and again—back to elections.

I worry about how easily I can be pulled into certainty that doesn’t actually come from evidence. I worry about how easily my mind can be trained to treat emotion as proof. I worry about how the feed can make every issue feel like a personal referendum on whether I’m good, smart, safe, or right.

I worry that the louder the certainty gets, the more I may reach for it simply to stop the feeling of being unmoored.

When I think about voting, I try to come back to a simpler question than “Who is correct?”—a harder question that might protect my integrity:

What would I choose if I weren’t being rushed into belief?

Not what would feel best in the moment. Not what would win the argument. Not what would make me feel righteous fastest. What would I choose if I had time to look carefully, compare responsibly, and accept that I might need to revisit my understanding?

I’m still learning how to do that. I’m still prone to getting tugged into the certainty treadmill, still vulnerable to the fog.

But I’m trying to treat this moment—this election moment—as more than a headline cycle. As a chance to practice discernment instead of numbness. As a chance to believe with care, not with cravings for certainty.

Because at the end of all this, I want my vote to be an act of responsibility, not an act of shutdown. And I want my belief to be sturdy enough to survive contact with reality—especially when reality keeps changing.

Peace and every good!

Desert Wisdom: Context is Everything

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Reflecting on where we stand in life and the decisions, we make is not a luxury reserved for philosophers or the privileged; it is a practical necessity for anyone who shoulders responsibility—whether as a leader, a parent, a partner, or a friend. Every choice we make ripples outward: policies we endorse shape communities, the tone we set in our family’s shapes children’s emotional landscapes, and the way we respond to friends in crisis models what compassion looks like. When the pace of life accelerates and the noise of competing opinions grows louder, pausing to reflect helps us separate what is urgent from what is important. Reflection is the practice of stepping back long enough to see patterns, notice motivations, and weigh consequences. It gives us the mental and moral space to act with intention rather than reactivity, to lead with clarity rather than impulse, and to love with presence rather than distraction.

This capacity for reflective life is under strain in times of social, political, or spiritual disruption. Anxiety narrows our attention; polarization simplifies complex choices into binary demands; and scarcity—of resources, attention, or trust—pushes us toward short-term fixes instead of sustainable care. Yet precisely in such moments, reflection becomes more valuable. Leaders who cultivate a reflective habit are less prone to adopt popular but harmful policies; parents who slow down can respond rather than punish; friends who listen deeply become anchors when networks fray. Reflection is not passivity; it is a form of preparedness: an inner readiness that allows us to respond to external turbulence with steadiness, wisdom, and, crucially, hope.

There is deep, practical help available if we look to the contemplative practices of earlier generations. The desert mothers and fathers—Christian ascetics who retreated into the deserts of fourth- and fifth-century Egypt, Palestine, and Syria—faced their own forms of upheaval. Their world was marked by the collapse of old political certainties, shifting religious allegiances, economic insecurity, and the daily challenge of survival in a harsh landscape. Communities and institutions that once felt permanently secure were in flux. In that context, these seekers turned inward, developing practices designed to anchor the heart and clarify the mind: silence, disciplined prayer or attention, fasting, communal counsel, and a rigorous form of discernment aimed at identifying the motives behind action.

It’s easy to caricature the desert fathers and mothers as isolated oddities, but their practices emerged from and responded to real social stress. Solitude was a tool to remove the cacophony of public life and to make the inner life audible; silence and repetitive prayer shaped attention and broke cycles of reactivity; accountability to a spiritual community protected against spiritual pride and isolation. Their teachings were practical: notice the impulse before you act, name the fear or desire energizing you, seek counsel, and cultivate a steady interior ground that is not won by control but by clarity. In other words, their wisdom was not about withdrawing from the world out of despair but about preparing oneself to engage the world more faithfully.

Why should these ancient practices matter to us now? Because the human heart and the social dynamics that shape it have not changed as much as our technologies have. Fear, greed, ambition, envy, compassion, and love still govern behavior. Practices that train attention and regulate emotion speak to perennial human conditions. Integrating contemplative habits into modern life can provide two immediate benefits: First, they reduce reactivity and promote clearer decision-making. When leaders or family members cultivate habits of silence and discernment—simple practices such as pausing before responding, taking structured times for quiet reflection, or keeping a short journal of motivations—their choices are more likely to reflect long-term values than immediate pressure. This leads to steadier policies, more thoughtful parenting, and deeper friendships.

Second, these practices cultivate an inner reservoir of hope. Hope is not the same as optimism; it is a stable belief in the possibility of good action and transformation even when outcomes are uncertain. The desert wisdom teaches that hope is best sustained not by constant positive thinking but by disciplined attention to what is true and actionable in the present moment. Regular practices that calm the nervous system and sharpen moral perception—breath-focused attention, brief daily silence, or communal sharing of struggles—create psychological space where hope can grow. When we know how to listen to ourselves and to each other, despair loses its hold and the imagination for constructive possibility widens.

Translating these practices into contemporary contexts does not require cloistering oneself in a cave. Two specific, accessible ways to integrate ancient practices into modern life are particularly practical. First, establish micro-practices of silence and reflection embedded in daily routines. This could be a three- to five-minute pause at the start or end of the day, a brief breath-counting exercise before meetings, or a ritual of asking two questions before important decisions: “What am I afraid of right now?” and “What good do I most want to preserve or bring about?” These small practices act like cognitive reset buttons, allowing emotions to settle and values to guide choices.

Second, create structures of communal discernment. The desert tradition emphasized accountability and counsel: individuals would bring their struggles to experienced guides and to a community for testing and correction. In the modern setting, this might look like regular peer check-ins among leaders, family councils where major decisions are discussed slowly and with listening rules, or small groups of friends committed to honest feedback. Such structures slow decision-making constructively, expose hidden biases or blind spots, and distribute responsibility in ways that reduce burnout and improve wisdom. They also restore a sense of shared purpose and mutual support that counters the isolating effects of crisis.

Context matters: the desert mothers and fathers were responding to a world in transition—political empires shifting, communities redefining themselves, and everyday life marked by scarcity and vulnerability. Their practices were adaptive responses to conditions of uncertainty. They learned to live with less reliance on external securities and more on cultivated internal resources: discernment that distinguished helpful counsel from harmful flattery, silence that tempered projection and rumor, and community that corrected extremes of pride or despair. In short, their practices were designed to produce people who could act faithfully and resiliently when the external world was unreliable.

When we tie that ancient context to our own, the hopefulness becomes practical rather than sentimental. The same practices that helped people withstand the dislocations of their time can be adapted to ours, not by mimicking every ancient behavior but by translating the underlying principles: create space for reflection, practice disciplined attention, seek accountable community, and orient actions toward the common good rather than narrow expediency. By doing so we develop inner resources that make us less dependent on the immediate approval of the crowd and more able to pursue long-term flourishing.

If you are reading this and feeling the strain of present uncertainties, know that hope can be cultivated. Start small: choose one micro-practice of silence or reflection to try daily for two weeks. Invite one or two trusted people into a monthly conversation where you ask each other honest questions and hold one another accountable for decisions. Notice how these practices change not only your inner tone but the quality of your actions—decisions made with care, responses delivered with compassion, and leadership grounded in discernment rather than fear. Over time, these habits compound. They rebuild trust inwardly and outwardly, making it possible to navigate disruption with steadiness rather than fracture.

Ancient wisdom and present-day insight are not opposed; they are complementary. The desert mothers and fathers offer tested methods for cultivating inner freedom and clarity; contemporary psychology and organizational practices provide ways to embed those methods in modern life effectively. Together they offer a path not of retreat from the world, but of preparation for loving and courageous engagement with it. In a time that tempts us toward panic or paralysis, disciplined reflection, communal discernment, and small faithful practices can sustain hope and enable action that lasts.