This piece is part of my monthly series, The Spiritual Side of Sex. Read more like it here. It’s a known, but often unsaid, thing: sex opens us up in a way that nothing else can. Physically, emotionally, spiritually – we come open. Sometimes we are ripped open....
My wish for you is simple: may you never experience pain. Or sadness, or grief, or terror, or the anger that too often masks these emotions. But that is a false wish, the type that I might have made one adolescent evening only to forget it the next day. It is...
It’s not so much that food is yours to take but that you are taken by food. Sure, you may have cooked it. You may have even grown it. But like all things that are created, the food belongs to life. So give it its due. Consider the way every bite gathers the ripples...
(Listen to the audio version below) What would it mean to have a sunrise kind of life? Maybe you’ve never heard these words – a sunrise kind of life – strung together like this before. But perhaps simply hearing them creates a welcome sensation in your body, one of...
What if feeling what we feel is the greatest strength that exists? Too often we uphold the ideal of strength as stoicism, sobriety, or indifference. We are taught that we are at our strongest when no appeal, whether from compassion or anger, can sway us. But that’s...
This is an ode to angry women. If your goal is to keep things as they have been then by all means, be sweet. Give up your needs, practice your best vacant look, and get ready to swallow a thousand razor sharp words when their hand starts creeping up your skirt. But if...
(audio version below) I once had a conversation with a woman who had spent 15 years as a sex worker. She was the one whom men came to when they could not go to anyone else. You may not think of it like this, but she called her profession therapy. I could have asked...
I describe my paternal grandfather as an honorable elder in my life. One thing he taught me from a young age was that we learn from our mistakes. Not that it mattered when I broke off the head of the carved onyx knight from his chess set. Or when I neglected to tell...
Is the dirt worse these days or is it that we know too much? When my daughter was 16 months old, I posted a picture on a private online photo album of her drinking from a hose. It was pure and innocent, a refreshing reminder of how I often cooled down on hot days as a...
Karen, we all know her. Or do we? The first time I heard the Karen trope -- you know, the middle-aged white woman who demands to speak with a manager -- was early in the days of the pandemic. It took me nearly a year to be called one myself. The experience let me in...
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The Bhagavad Gita 2:40