On Excavating My Own Heart

Of late I’ve returned to the cushion, where each day (though not every day) I sit for ten minutes and count my breaths. I count seven breaths (one inhalat...

The Odds of Being Human, On Gratitude

Today at work through all the busy-ness, I pondered the odds of me being born human, then the odds of me being born in america, then the odds of me being born a...

This Breath, or Why Change is Hard

For several years I’ve been caught up in feeling bad about myself. After getting sucked into buying more than a few ebooks by internet blogging geniuses t...

Finding Peace Within

Today I’ve pondered what does peace look like for me when I am at war within myself? I know there is a correlation between sitting and simply focusing on ...