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

Riding Now

Riding now begins to feel like a rhythm. Each moment noticed is a kind of running out— into experience, into … More

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

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

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

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

I woke up with a leftover dream. I was holding this nut-shaped thing. Not a walnut exactly. It had a … More

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