There was a year, a long way back, when my whole life came apart. There was addiction, the loss of my standing in the church I was raised in, and a long stretch when my wife Christine did not know whether she could forgive me. I had spent years performing one man on the outside while a different man ran the show inside, and the gap between them was where all my shame lived.

I have spent more than forty years in recovery rooms. What finally changed things for me was not another book or another insight. It was a small daily practice, about ten minutes a day, and I wrote this guide to hand it to you.