Two weeks ago I got an answer to a question I’ve been asking for three years. Three years isn’t even my longest stint. I have questions I’ve been asking for 20 years or more.
These years don’t involve me posing the question to a lot of people and getting their input. It’s mostly me trying to formulate the words of the question itself. Through action, through contemplation, through observation.
We’re looking for our answers backwards: When the question can be formed, the answer is available.
I spent the better part of this weekend without the dopamine drip that comes from my Instagram feed, the result of having my account taken down by the new world that looks like 1984. My digital detox was not by choice. It was quite the opposite of what I would have...
I’ve been in my healing era for the better part of three decades. I’ve wept in classrooms as I released generations of trauma from my womb. I’ve driven two hours through the Mexican countryside to have a healer spit mezcal on my back. I’ve sung myself home in sweat...
Here’s a bittersweet pill on your screen: We cannot love without losing. I discovered this when I was writing my book, Letters to My Lovers. And when I first felt this sword in my throat, it stung. Until I learned it didn’t have to. So let me show you how to swallow...
The Bhagavad Gita 2:40