I Am My Own Echo

A cloud gives up its moisture as rain so plants can grow. An apple tree gives up its apples so … More

When Vanilla Becomes Flavor

The practice begins with something small. A door is opened and closed slowly, quietly, with attention. In the early morning, … More

Finish the Cookie Before You Walk

You don’t finish things. You leave them. A conversation. A task. A thought. There is always more—more to say, more … More

When the Tool Drops Into Your Hand

A man walked into a tool store.Rows and rows of pliers—needle-nose, locking, cutting, bending—each made for something precise.He wanted them … More

The Wheel That Carries Itself

This morning I was sitting and watching the mind move. Thoughts, reactions, small emotional shifts—each one appearing and passing like … More

Who’s Minding the Breath

Who’s Minding the Breath? Today a simple question stayed with me: Who’s minding the breath? I was practicing kapalabhati—active exhale, … More

Circles  Triangles  Squares

Yesterday I was thinking about the gap—that small window between what the brain has already started and what I become … More

Let Go of What You Want, and You’ll Get It

The subtle foundation of trying to get what you want is this: most of the effort goes into worrying about … More

At the Top of the Stairs Entering the River of Illusions

When I was a kid growing up in Bellerose, Queens, New York City, most houses were pretty much the same. … More

Four Flavors of Coffee

There’s a tendency to swallow the whole thing at once. Peanut butter and jelly isn’t just peanut butter and jelly. … More