I’m just back from staffing a New Warrior Training Adventure in Southern Minnesota, my 23rd men’s weekend. The training was beautiful and messy and humbling and glorious. A perfect microcosm.

Now I shift back to the New Brett Project. One big milestone is approaching fast. My house will go on the market on Wednesday. (Here are the real estate pics if you’re interested.) I did a lot of work to get it staged last week. Now I have a dozen smaller tasks to accomplish between now and Wednesday: test the sump pump, vacuum up the dog hair one last time, consolidate closet clutter, clean my patio set. If any of you have a few hours to spare this afternoon or tomorrow and are interested in helping, I’d love to have you.

I mentioned my walkabout to one of the weekend leaders, and he responded by telling me he spent seven months on the road a few years ago. That makes nearly a dozen stories of that flavor that I’ve heard since I started advertising my plans. The universe is sending reinforcing messages almost every day.

Have not heard anything from my son, Henry, about his upset over my adventure. My heart is still hurting about that. My daughter, Olivia, suggested a joint session with her therapist, which is an an encouraging development.

P.S. Thank you to Kyle Feldman for helping me with yard work last week! Thank you to Randall Rogers and his partner, Lisa Ebel, for letting Tamar and me stay at his house for 4+ days during what I hope is an initial flurry of showings beginning Wednesday afternoon.