This is not a story about who I am, but a quiet recognition of what we all are beneath our stories. A reflection on identity, loss, remembering, and the shared path back to what feels like home.
What sort of life are we living? Pause for a moment and let this question cross your mind. What comes to mind when you think about the 'how' of your life? What determines the kind of life we lead? Our family, job, home, environment, career, material assets, where we live... Is that all there is t…
For life to be exactly as it is in this very moment—neither lacking nor excessive—13.8 billion years had to pass since the Big Bang, when everything emerged from a single essence. Over that span, matter, forms, and events took on countless states until finally giving rise to you and the world you…
This is not a story about who I am, but a quiet recognition of what we all are beneath our stories. A reflection on identity, loss, remembering, and the shared path back to what feels like home.
"You either be free, or die trying to be safe." I recently came across this line in a trailer for a documentary called *The Road to Dharma*. Set in India, it follows people in search of themselves on a dangerous motorcycle journey under the guidance of a guru. Though I haven’t yet watched it in f…
What sort of life are we living? Pause for a moment and let this question cross your mind. What comes to mind when you think about the 'how' of your life? What determines the kind of life we lead? Our family, job, home, environment, career, material assets, where we live... Is that all there is t…
A heartfelt reflection inspired by the film My Octopus Teacher. A story about awareness, connection and the quiet lessons life offers when we are willing to pay attention.
As I grow older, I am increasingly convinced that wisdom comes not from knowing more, but from questioning anything not personally experienced, from shedding one’s conditioned beliefs, attachments, identities, and false selves.
This morning, while sweeping our neglected garden, I noticed a metal object among the dry leaves. I briefly mistook it for an earring. Since I’d recently misplaced an earring I’d bought and been searching for at home, I suppose part of me was hoping to find it wherever I looked. Then I realized i…
