Brooklyn A Key From Above

I am standing on the sidewalk in Brooklyn, on Amboy Street just down the corner from Pitkin Avenue, small enough … More

Riding the Wave, Even When Nothing Moves

In meditation today, a few words from Adyashanti stuck with me: riding the wave of what is already happening, accepting … More

The body is a faithful, self-navigating vessel, a Bio-Mechanical Locomotive that requires no instructions from me to manage the heavy … More

Just as natural gas carries an added scent so that we can perceive what would otherwise be invisible, awareness too … More

I remember those days like they were yesterday. The field stretched out wide, and the ball came off the bat … More

He sat at his desk for the third morning in a row, staring at the same half-formed sentence. Coffee gone … More

Once, in a quiet workshop filled with the scent of varnish and the hum of machines, a wooden puppet stood … More

I’m walking, but my mind is restless. It’s not unpleasant, just unsettled—like the surface of a creek rippling in the … More

Tethered to a body,As spaciousness, mind is freeIn balance is light. The waves were strong that day at Rockaway. I … More

This morning, I stepped outside with no particular destination in mind, just a sense of curiosity about what the day … More