I remember my first friend. He understood me and made me laugh. And he was completely imaginary.
The heron will have one foot on land, and one in the water. Ancient cultures believed that the heron acts as a majestic guide and signifies liminality – a crossing into an in-between space – a space that is neither here nor there. “Liminality (from the Latin word līmen), meaning “a threshold” is the quality […]
humans go silent all else awakens, sings out it’s not us. rejoice. On the morning of Nyepi I wake as my dream lingers, its vivid palette fading like a painting left out in the sun. First, I remember the rice fields. It’s no wonder they now appear in my dreams. They are one reliable constant […]
Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. When the soul lies down in that grass the world is too full to talk about. ~ rumi In the morning I sit and drink black coffee and watch the farmers work the rice fields. It looks like unimaginably tedious, […]
“Flow down and down in always widening rings of being.” ~ rumi I’m not good at this. But it’s my turn. I place my palms together and hold them to my forehead. The water is cooler than I expected. The air ripe with smoky-sweet incense. I’ve watched others as I waited. They know what to do. […]
My Nutella Epiphany I was spooning Nutella into my mouth, trying not to drip onto my microfiber pillow, when I had an epiphany: we can’t all be our best, most out-of-our-comfort-zone, badass selves all of the time. First of all, it’s exhausting on a practical level. Sure, I love the abstract concept of drinking fresh […]
“There are two types of speakers, those that are nervous, and those that are liars.” Mark Twain Comedian Jerry Seinfeld once mused, “According to most studies, people’s number one fear is public speaking. Number two is death. Death is number two. Does that sound right? This means to the average person, if you go to […]
“Always the beautiful answer who asks a more beautiful question.” – e.e cummings When my son was three, I asked him an unusual question. I didn’t expect a compelling answer. Not even close, I mean, he was three, drank from a sippy cup and all his shoes had velcro fasteners. But I’d been reading about […]