The Ocean Above the Clouds

I enjoy living in Charlottesville—the mountains, the people, the wineries. But sometimes I remember something I miss from living in … More

The Bag of Masks

I started imagining one of those cake-decorating bags filled with icing. The kind with a small metal tip at the … More

Early this morning I woke up, but not all the way. I was in that in-between place—half asleep, half awake, … More

At breakfast, the senior monk sat quietly, reading while eating. Two disciples watched, puzzled. “You told us to only do … More

In a world where everything — my body, my thoughts, the Earth itself — is constantly changing, what remains? This … More

I remember being in junior high school, standing on the trampoline in the gym. The first time I jumped down … More

Most of the time my experience is flattened. Body sensations, mental narration, emotional tone, memory, anticipation — all blended into … More

I wake with tension already swirling—old echoes, new impressions, the pull of the day pressing in.I notice it all, but … More

I imagine I am meditating in a small, circular room. The walls feel close. The air feels tight. I am … More

The mirror does not need reflection to be reflective. Its surface exists, complete in its potential, whether or not anything … More