Blessing For The Longest Night

Jan Richardson

All throughout these months as the shadows have lengthened, this blessing has been gathering itself, making ready, preparing for...

Rich Man And The Beggar

Hindu Parable (Author Unknown)

Many years ago, a man was sitting in quiet contemplation by a riverbank when he was disturbed by a beggar from the local village....

Radical Reflection

Kittisaro

We feel we can capture something by thinking about it. In reality, when we grasp at thoughts, the very process of trying to possess a...

Invisibility In A Time Of Transparency

Akiko Busch

What is the difference between being invisible and just landing in a blind spot? In the woods no more than an hour, I am struck anew...

Ambiguity Of Violence

Robert Sapolsky

It is the ambiguity of violence, that we can pull a trigger as an act of hideous aggression or of self-sacrificing love, that is so...

A Higher Level Of Conscious Engagement

James O'dea

We live in an age of spiritual smorgasbord: People are mixing concepts, aphorisms, and insights from a broad variety of mystical and...

Two Drops Of Oil

Paulo Coelho

A merchant sent his son to learn the Secret of Happiness from the wisest of men. The young man wandered through the desert for forty days...

Thirsty For Wonder

Mirabai Starr

Contemplative life flows in a circular pattern: awe provokes introspection, which invokes awe. Maybe you’re making dinner and...

The False Dichotomy Between Being And Doing

Rob Burbea

One believes that "being" and "doing" are different. Often, "just being" is regarded as preferable or...

If There Is No Self, Whose Arthritis Is This?

Sylvia Boorstein

"If there is no self, whose arthritis is this?" is one of a list of a dozen questions that have been appearing regularly...

Not Taking Things Personally

Mark Manson

An unfortunate side effect of our consciousness residing in our brains is that everything we experience in our lives involves us somehow....

Emptiness Cafe

Susan Kahn

Life moves Like shadow and light, Instantaneously appearing, Though I cannot find time itself. Cities mirrored in thought, Nothing...

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