The Grifter

The Grifter I’ve always thought of meditation as a string of pearls. Each daily practice is a single, luminous bead, … More

Society’s Fraying Fabric

The Growing Hole in the Fabric of Society: And How to Mend It When I was a kid, my grandmother … More

I hold the spoonful of ice cream close to my lips, its coolness radiating faintly against my skin. The flavor … More

When I sit down to create something, I often wonder: who’s actually doing the creating? Am I the one drawing, … More

As I sat gazing out the window, my attention lingered on a stand of trees, their branches stripped bare. The … More

I sit, feeling the weight of my body settle into the ground, every vertebra aligning like stones carefully stacked one … More

I sit quietly, the rise and fall of my breath grounding me, and begin to notice the silent wisdom of … More

When I sit down to meditate, I feel a subtle echo of the process I see in a modern washing … More

At first glance, the morning sky before sunrise on the coldest day of the year held a clarity that seemed … More

While I was looking out the window at the snowfall, I decided to take a video of it on my … More