Choosing Feeling Good

As I stand at the sink, hands submerged in warm, soapy water, I notice something shift. A quiet awareness emerges, … More

Who’s Flying The Plane?

I had been meditating for a while, and my mind had settled into a quiet rhythm when thoughts of roads … More

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

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