I speak to Courtney Perry about Yenneagram, an innovative approach to self-exploration and growth.

We discuss Sam Esmail's Leave The World Behind. SPOILER ALERT.

Check out Phuc's in-depth analysis.

A short episode connected to my blog about Leave the World Behind, Marcus Aurelius and the Stoic concept of oikeiôsis and social cooperation.

Phuc's substack: https://phucluuphd.substack.com/p/why-we-cant-leave-the-world-behind?r=4uepn&utm_medium=ios&utm_campaign=post

My Blog: https://www.quiqueautrey.com/post/being-at-home-in-the-world

I speak to Dale (graduate school professor) about the history, theory and clinical practice of Alfred Adler.

A discussion of Mark Murphy's new book "The Direction of Desire: John of the Cross, Jacques Lacan and the Contemporary Understanding of Spiritual Direction" with Andrew Flores, David Roberts, Luke Grote, and Cadell Last.

Matt is the host of one of my favorite podcasts, the War Machine. He is also a professional graphic, sound, and instructional designer currently working as Change Management Consultant for Veolia North America. Matt also cohosts Interrupted, the official podcast of the Westar Institute.

In this episode we discuss his Christian roots, becoming a Marine, his time being homeless and living with prostitutes, his experience with psychedelics, our shared love of Meshuggah and a lot of other nerdy shit. Enjoy!

Patrick and I explore the philosophy of beloved painter Bob Ross and how it can inspire us to be more positive and hopeful in these dark times.

Excited to share another short episode exploring my work with men going through divorce. I utilize the Greek mythological concept of the Katabasis and Murray Stein's three stages of death, liminality and rebirth to frame the experience. Hope you enjoy.

A meditation on David Whyte's poem "The Well of Grief". I explore how depth psychology, affective neuroscience and Niobe Way's work on gender stereotypes helps inform my work with men's grief in therapy.

The Well of Grief (David Whyte)

Those who will not slip beneath
    the still surface on the well of grief,
turning down through its black water
    to the place we cannot breathe,
will never know the source from which we drink,
    the secret water, cold and clear,
nor find in the darkness glimmering,
    the small round coins,
          thrown by those who wished for something else.

A brief meditation on my new French Bulldog Merlin, Robert Bly's "Iron John", and Henri Corbin/Tom Cheetham's notion of the angel out ahead.