Darrell Wolfe (DG Wolfe) | Storyteller | Writer | Thinker | Consultant

No man is an island,  entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friend's or of thine own were;  any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in mankind, and therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee. John Donne Meditation 17
We are All Connected 
Before cell phones, WiFi, Social Media, Email, Cars, or even Electricity... small rural towns had the Church Bell to communicate mass messages. The Bell Tolls to communicate something important has happened, and get our attention.
John Donne, a pastor-poet in 1635, was suffering from an illness he was sure would lead to his death. He wrote the above quote after hearing the Bell Toll for the passing of his neighbor. He wondered if he was so ill his family tolled it for him, thinking he was dead.

When he says "it tolls for thee", Donne rea…

What if you could make a 1% improvement to your life each day?
This morning on my walk,

God said: "I'm proud of you."

I said: "I don't feel proud of myself..." and then started crying. "I'm still stuck in broken thinking cycles, rehearsing the past, scheming tomorrow in fear, and all the things that I've been stuck in for years."

He said: "But unlike before, you are pressing into those feelings. You're sitting in them instead of running from them and numbing them with distractions. You're letting them process all the way through you and back out of you. You're pressing into "The Suck" and letting me walk you through the valley of the shadow of death. You're no longer camping in the valley, but walking through it each time, and coming out the other side."

As I thought about it, I am spending less time there in The Suck each day. I can snap out faster, go there less often.


What if you could make a 1% impr…

Why am I writing my story? So... here's the thing. The Pure Desire, Seven Pillars workbook asks me to write an addiction story. When I was __ this happened. Then this happened. Timeline style.

The workbook and videos also break down the limbic system, and how desires, fears, and auto-responses were mostly created early, before 6 years old, give or take.

I've been thinking about my history and timeline for years, wondering why I am the way I am. So this sounds like promising homework. I started in on paper, but the deep level I want to travel will take more space. I plan to outline every relevant (or possibly relevant) moment.

Also, I'm inspired to start again because of a KPBS special "Meet the Patels", in which Ravi Patel (as shown through the lens of his sister's (Geeta Patel's - Film Maker) camera. It's a long story, worth seeing. It showed the struggles of American dating vs the arranged or partially-arranged type marriage systems their culture us…

I can do... A Poem by Flavia Wolfe
I can jump
I can run
I can walk, but it's not as much Fun

I can laugh
I can cry
I only wish that I could fly

I can dance
I can play
I can sleep after such a great day, thank you for this day

I can smile
I can listen
I can hear the sounds of the ocean, God's peace overwhelms me

* by Flavia Wolfe 1981-2018


Shalom: Live Long and Prosper!
Darrell Wolfe (DG Wolfe) Storyteller | Writer | Thinker | Consultant @ DarrellWolfe.com

Clifton StrengthsFinder: Intellection, Learner, Ideation, Achiever, Input
16Personalities (Myers-Briggs Type): INFJ

1 Corinthians 13 4Love is patient, love is kind, it is not envious. Love does not brag, it is not puffed up. 5It is not rude, it is not self-serving, it is not easily angered or resentful. 6It is not glad about injustice, but rejoices in the truth. 7It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. 8Love never ends. 

Love is patient

Love is kind

Love is not envious.

Love does not brag

Love is not puffed up

Love is not rude

Love is not self-serving

Love is not easily angered or resentful

Love is not glad about injustice but rejoices in the truth.

Love bears all things

Love believes all things

Love hopes all things

Love endures all things

Love never ends.









Shalom: Live Long and Prosper!
Darrell Wolfe (DG Wolfe) Storyteller | Writer | Thinker | Consultant @ DarrellWolfe.com

Clifton StrengthsFinder: Intellection, Learner, Ideation, Achiever, Input
16Personalities (Myers-Briggs Type): INFJ

Game Over, a short story:

You walk through the hallway into a room, it's well lit, empty, except for a table in the center.

On the table is a pristine chess board. There are two chairs.

She walks in, she's beautiful! Her smile and laughter are contagious. She takes her seat, stares you in the eye, and without saying a word invites you to take a seat.

You play many games. Talk about dreams. Day after day, you both return. Your appreciation deepens for her.

You label the door to this room "My Pleasure".

One day, as you're making your move, you look up with a smirk "gotcha now"... And she's gone.

You don't know when she left the table, but she's not even in the room. You get up, search the hallways, other rooms, she's nowhere. A few days go by and everytime you return to the room, it's empty.

Desperate, you continue to return day after day, in vain hope of another match.

Then a week later, she's there again, at the table, smiling, i…

For where your treasure is, there will your heart be also. Matthew 6:21
It's true, where you spend your money is an indication of what you value. This is why Tithe (money) is the number one indicator of whether you Trust God (heart issue).

What if we turned this verse around for a moment? What if we imagined that the treasure is your heart?

For where your heart is, there will be your deepest treasures.We then come to realize that the human heart is the real treasure. It's not our money or belongings that matter in life, but the hearts we touch along the way.

As I pondered that this morning, I imagined the following story. I hope you enjoy and take something away for yourself today.

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The sun poured into his bedroom window casting shadows around his room. The birds chirping in the tree just outside provided a bittersweet contrast to his otherwise solemn mood.

The house did not get many visitors, because Bob was a sheltered man. He lived far away, in the mountains. When he des…