One Sentence To Set You Free from Fear

Have you ever had your world turned upside down by a single sentence?

Have you ever felt someone else’s words unlock a caged place within your heart?

If so, then this story is for you.

It begins with me spending a month in a residential rehab called The Clearing.

I am here for work – I’m a copywriter on The Clearing’s team, writing ebooks and essays – but I am also here for my own healing.

(They tried to make me go to rehab, and I said yes.)

On this particular day in workshop, we are learning about self-forgiveness. We are offering ourselves compassion for our judgments against ourselves and others.

Then The Clearing’s co-founder and CEO Joe Koelzer tells us, almost offhandedly, “Oh, and by the way, you don’t have to worry about asking God for forgiveness.

At this, I cannot help but raise my hand and say, “Wait … you don’t?”

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When Less is More: You Need to Read with Jill Winski (Plus Win a Coaching Session!)

Welcome to the first edition of our new video interview series, You Need to Read!

That said … I was tempted not to publish this post today. In the face of all the political uproar, I wondered, Is it somehow wrong to share an interview centered on compassion and living peacefully within yourself?

But then I realized: No. Quite the contrary.

In this troubled time – a time filled with divisiveness and unkindness – it’s even more important that we stand for inclusion, welcome, and generosity.

And it’s even more important that we remember: all of those beautiful qualities begin within us.

So let’s get centered and let’s take action. Not either/or, but both/and.

Let’s call our senators and representatives, let’s stand up for what is good … and let’s do it all from a place of fierce love.

To help you get touch with that place within, listen to this interview with life coach and writer Jill Winski!

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When Hope Seems Lost, Remember This

When my brother Willie was diagnosed with autism, he was three years old and I was five.

Neither of us had been to church yet, so I didn’t have much of a God concept. But somehow, I’d already arrived at a very clear idea of heaven. I used to lie awake at night and think about it, so eager for it to be real.

I believed that heaven would be just this: a place where I could talk freely with my brother. It would be a place without the limits of autism on his part or lack of knowledge on mine, a place where I could ask him a question and receive a complete answer.

Willie and Caroline

Willie and me, around the time of his diagnosis

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