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...

I found a quote this morning by Nelson Mandela. It read, “May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.” I wandered around the house after that, a little shocked, a little stupefied, and a little relieved that I’d found the quote. I touched plants and...

There's an unpopular prerogative that every human has, a thing we were all born with the rights to the way a lion is born with a place in a pride. It's magic. There are so many words in the English language that aren't taken seriously. But surely...

We danced together, though not with one another. Bobby was mellow and the band followed his lead. We all did. It tends to happen when you’ve spent more time playing guitar and singing on stage than anyone else alive. More people than can be counted...

Why do we dream? Maybe we need to, the way we have to evacuate our bowels or polish off that last bite of steak even though we're full. It's not (often) a choice, to dream. It just happens. We participate, about as much as we participate...