I would not be walking through Lincoln Park past a sculpture of Lincoln emancipating the slaves. There might not have been any slaves to emancipate. My great grand parents might not have made the trip from Eastern Europe to Ellis… (READ MORE)
I loved this collection of ties and sign outside the Studio Gallery in Dupont Circle. It served for me as a great reminder of the tantric yoga invitation to make and share art with our very being, with each other,… (READ MORE)
To walk around and marvel at the clouds. Even on the busiest of days, or ones when work or other commitments make it so that we do not have much time for sky-gazing, we still always have a few moments… (READ MORE)
I wish I could harvest this water somehow. Why is it that we so often appear to have too much or too little of what we need and what we yearn for? How do we find a sense of balance… (READ MORE)
The pouring rain is an inconvenience on a play day when I am toting baggage, writing materials, and electronic devices. It is hard to remember, when surrounded by concrete, glass, steel, and macadam, how urgently we need the rain. I… (READ MORE)
I witnessed this family standing on the train platform while I was listening to a teleseminar from Paul Muller-Ortega on the “four stages of the word.” That a family dressed this way was waiting for the train gave rise to… (READ MORE)
I dreamed last night that I won 30 million dollars in the lottery. I had no recollection of having bought a ticket (in waking life the only time I ever bought a ticket was 17 or 18 years ago as… (READ MORE)