The Day I Learned Giving
Once when I was a teenager, my father and I were standing in line to buy tickets for the circus. Finally, there was only one other...
Who Am I? I Am Thine!
Who am I? They often tell me I stepped from my cells confinement Calmly, cheerfully, firmly, Like a Squire from his country house....
Mother Earth's Humming
Now, She still ripples. She still hums, pulses, quivers. She still sighs, murmurs under the Skies. We pay attention, and all we hear...
Eloquence Of Silence
If you have rich empty oases in you, places for refreshment and pause, you can more likely enjoy a happy life. If you see a stunning...
Just This Once
I’d like to share a story about how I came to understand the potential damage of “just this once” in my own life. I...
The Face Game
Learning to play “the Face Game”, as Douglas Harding calls it, is not seen as being a mistake or trap, but actually an...
Bouquets And Brickbats
Guru Nanak, the first Guru of the Sikhs, shared a message that was radical for his day. He questioned empty rituals, exposed the...
Hosting The Pain Of The World
When we begin to access fields of collective trauma to begin the healing process together, we often become aware of those who...
Why Silence Can Feel Agitating
In the mid-2010s, researchers at the University of Virginia ran a now-famous experiment. They asked college students to sit quietly for...
The Laughter Thief
I read recently that the average 4-year-old laughs about 300 times a day. The average 40-year-old? Only four. So why do so many of us...
No Fingerprint On The Infinite
Trauma was not being able to get the hands of the clock off of me. Healing was learning no one has ever laid a fingerprint on...
Letting The Hero Die
Leonard Cohen said his teacher once told him that, the older you get, the lonelier you become, and the deeper the love you need. This is...