Hey folks and welcome to Typology the show on which we explore not only the

mystery of the human personality but the human adventure through the lens of the any gram. My name is Anthony Skinner, your producer and co-host. So happy to have you here folks. We've got another great podcast for you. This one is really I love how vulnerable like beyond

transparent how vulnerable these two are a married couple Chris Julie Bennett, he's a nine wing one and she is an eight wing seven.

Their vulnerability, the way they come to the table, it's so refreshing.

I love when people are even wrestling with real issues in real time for all of you because I think everyone benefits when we come to the table like that.

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So without any further ado, that's it for me Anthony Skinner

and here is the host of Typology Tribe, Ian Morgan Kron here. Welcome again to Typology, the podcast of which we explore the mystery of the human personality and the human adventure through the lens of the Eniagram. Today, I want to begin with a poem. I'm a big believer in reading poetry as a spiritual

discipline and this is a lovely poem called The House of Belonging and it's written by a wonderful UK poet named David White. He writes,

I awoke this morning in the gold light turning this way and that, thinking for a moment it was one day like any

other. But the veil had gone from my darkened heart, and I thought it must have been the quiet candlelight that filled my room.

It must have been the first easy rhythm with which I breathed myself to sleep.

It must have been the prayer I said speaking to the otherness of the night.

And I thought this is the good day you could meet your love. This is the gray day someone close to you could die. This is the day you realize how easily the thread is broken between this world and the next.

And I found myself sitting up in the quiet pathway of light, the tawny, close-grain cedar burning round

me like fire, and all the angels of this housely heaven ascending through the first roof of light the sun has made.

This is the bright home in which I live.

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