Come on, let's be fun, let's be interesting and interested. Let's be together with no one else, despite knowing we have the world at our fingertips, despite knowing there are events happening without us. In fact, let’s rejoice at our not being there, at our...

...forgot to publish this back in May '18 when I wrote it... I just got home from a long weekend at a music festival. It was the first festival I've been to where I was acutely aware of the number of young people, those fresh faces...

Last night, I laid in Savasana trying to recite the mantra I've heard from some yogi or another: I am nothing. I am everything. But, as I lay there in my puddle of sweat, listening to the chillout-dubstep meant for not-listening, it occurred to me: I am not nothing, and neither...

The carpet seems clean enough and plaster isn't falling. I can even see a little sunlight falling in sheets on the bed sheets. I have socks without holes, a pen that needs no refill. But there's something missing from what it's hard to say.   The water tastes chalky today. It's wet and comes from...

Mile 1: It's not that I love walking so much. That apartment is just so damn small. It's a single room with two twin beds, a bathroom with a toilet that folds my knees up around my ears, and a shower barely big enough to stand in. No...

Awareness changes thoughts and feelings. It makes fearful thoughts, like "what if" or "this must mean that", matter so much less, somehow. Witnessing them steals their power. Or, perhaps, like ghosts, fearful thoughts are released by awareness and given wings to fly and join the...

I can hear the gulf from my porch though I can't see it without driving. Birds are signaling their happiness despite the promised storm of today. Pink flowers on the wrists of glossy green branches, like gloves on the ends of mangroves, waving quietly from behind the recycling waiting for the promised...

Repost from Elephant Journal. I am. I am a human. I am a strangely cheerful, sometimes sad, and often grateful human. I am. I am blessed with a steady income. Every dollar I've ever earned is a gift, and I am grateful. I deserve these things because the...

I went and saw Jenkins again yesterday. He’s funny, the old man, the way he always seems somewhere else, the way he putters around his tile floored kitchen, the way the wood in his house smells wet even here in Arizona. It’s like a spring...

This is for all my idealists out there. As a seeker, or perhaps just a human, you probably fall into the same trap that I do: I hold my ideals above my reality. Now hold on, before everybody gets crazy about me using the word "reality", I mean...