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THE HEAVENLY HARD-HATS
They say in Japan, “The guest is a god.” But what if the construction workers banging around outside your apartment are gods too? A playful moment of perception-shifting turns a...
THE HEAVENLY HARD-HATS
They say in Japan, “The guest is a god.” But what if the construction workers banging around outside your apartment are gods too? A playful moment of perception-shifting turns a...
SURRENDER IS A DEATH—AND I JUST DIED AGAIN
There’s a spiritual whistle note people love to hit: Just surrender to the universe. Except, I think most people, including me, might have been a bit deluded about hitting that...
SURRENDER IS A DEATH—AND I JUST DIED AGAIN
There’s a spiritual whistle note people love to hit: Just surrender to the universe. Except, I think most people, including me, might have been a bit deluded about hitting that...
WHAT I'M MOST PROUD OF
People see the accolades first. They see 42 consecutive issues on the cover of Yogini Magazine and have followed the column I continued to write for ten years. They see...
WHAT I'M MOST PROUD OF
People see the accolades first. They see 42 consecutive issues on the cover of Yogini Magazine and have followed the column I continued to write for ten years. They see...
FORGIVE BEFORE YOU SEE ERROR
” . . . this is one of the most powerful insights or kizukis that has altered my understanding of the world . . .
FORGIVE BEFORE YOU SEE ERROR
” . . . this is one of the most powerful insights or kizukis that has altered my understanding of the world . . .
THE LITTLE SWEET THINGS
Arigato—Thank you for waving at me. Maybe just another train for you, but for me, it makes all the difference. Thank you, little one. You are a powerful little one.
THE LITTLE SWEET THINGS
Arigato—Thank you for waving at me. Maybe just another train for you, but for me, it makes all the difference. Thank you, little one. You are a powerful little one.
THE SLOW DEATH OF THE DO-ER
Just the other day, I found myself striving again. Doing all the right things. Staying aligned. Showing up. And still—feeling stuck. Unrewarded. Not enough. That familiar ache returned: What more...
THE SLOW DEATH OF THE DO-ER
Just the other day, I found myself striving again. Doing all the right things. Staying aligned. Showing up. And still—feeling stuck. Unrewarded. Not enough. That familiar ache returned: What more...