The Windows on the Mountain

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

The Staircase

Years ago, I worked in a greeting card store. It sold everything: cards, candy, ice cream, cigarettes, toys, books—probably more … More

Once, in a time outside time, I dreamed I was awake. Not the kind of waking with birdsong or sunlight—no. … More

Imagine a horizontal infinity symbol—on one side, mind; on the other, body. Thoughts and sensations teeter like a seesaw, reacting … More

The mystery of life is like an ambulance quietly parked on the sideline of existence. It doesn’t rush in. It’s … More

Riding the Flow I sit, and the stories begin to stream through me. Each one, its own current—news, weather, memories, … More

I’ve always been drawn to the shoreline—that shifting line where the sand meets the sea. It looks solid at a … More

I’ve been thinking about the waves, and how they show up—always coming, always meeting the shore. The waves are like … More

There’s an old saying: the tail wagging the dog. It’s meant to describe something small controlling something much larger, flipping … More

The cold air is crisp, fresh, and alive against my skin as I walk. There’s something exhilarating about it, something … More