This is the last of my regular weekly posts here, though you might see my writing here every once and a while in the future. I wanted to share a few insights about what the experience of writing these columns has been like. It has been such an...
I was recently looking at the oldest copy of Rumi’s masterpiece, the Masnavi . This is a massive, 50,000 line, six volume mystical allegory that begins with our current state of brokenness and calls us back to a path of Radical Love , before...
Last week I was honored to attend the first-ever On Being Gathering at 1440 Multiversity outside of Santa Cruz. In preparation for such a beautiful gathering of souls, my partner and I spent a few days hiking in the beautiful Northern California...
I used to be a hater — of Valentine’s Day. I saw it as a day brought upon us by the annoyingly love-blessed, the chocolate industrial complex, and the flower lobby. The whole day, and the weeks leading up to it, used to make me feel sad, anxious...
This is a question that I had to ask of myself when I was 13 years old. It was not part of a thinking exercise; nor was it a question posed at a spiritual retreat. This existential query was...
We would be excused if we thought we were living in the End of Days. We are seeing the planet heat up at an unprecedented level. Millions of human beings are displaced and made into refugees. We have a school shooting on an almost-daily basis ....
When it comes to conversations across ideological lines, we seem to be more divided than ever — perhaps more divided than at any point I can recall. Much of what we do is yell at each other, rather than listen to one another. I have been...
I still remember the scene so vividly. I was walking through Fez, one of the beautifully preserved medieval cities of the world. The Souq (bazaar, market) features many artists and craftsmen who practice their crafts as they have been for...
It’s cold. It’s the raw, nasty kind of cold. The kind of cold that makes your bones hurt kind of cold. The kind of cold that makes you tear up, and then watch your tears freeze kind of cold. The kind of cold that radiates up from the floor and...
Years ago I bought a pair of jeans. They fit my body so perfectly. These jeans have come with me everywhere. They are to my lower body what my mom’s comfort food is to my soul.
Over the years, these jeans have worn out. I have fixed the...
