When I was a kid, my teacher would take our class to watch local musicals and I would always wonder: why don’t people in “real” life sing in public? The answer I came up with as a child was that people must have sung together on street corners or when they were baling the hay…
Empty yourself of everything. Let the mind rest at peace. The ten thousand things rise and fall while the Self watches their return. They grow and flourish and then return to source. Returning to the source is stillness, which is the way of nature. The way of nature is unchanging. Knowing constancy is insight. Not…
On November 15th, I’m going to be teaching a one-day class at Book Passage in Corte Madera. Here’s the writeup: In this workshop, we will have an intimate conversation between art and writing, using art and its principles to shape and inspire the written word. Innovative writing exercises that engage the provocative relationship between words…
When I was 26, I almost died in a head-on collision on the highway and when I was 30, my beloved father died unexpectedly. Those two incidents that made me appreciate the fragility of life. Every living thing wants to realize its fullest potential. I feel OK clipping dead flowers from my flower bed, but…
I finished teaching my 7-week class at the Sophia Center yesterday. The image that continually stays with me, every time I teach that course, is the image of a tapestry. Students contribute their writings, art, ideas, and inner process, and as that happens, metaphorical themes (threads) begin to emerge from the group. It’s as if…
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