ON BECOMING A HOLLOW BONE
Jennifer never could have wanted this. She wouldn’t have wanted it…who could want it? Becoming a hollow bone meant that she had to die…
Death: An Epic Love Story
I write this to pay homage to my teacher. It is the great love story of my life. It is the story of my liberation, and of my heart’s coming home to itself…
Lady Death
You’ve never looked as beautiful as you do now
with death standing over your shoulder…
The Wounded Healer
The opportunity for one who has adopted (or accepted) the role of healer is to turn the mirror back onto oneself…
Real Surrender
Surrender is meek. It is the quiet whisper that’s been waiting in the shadows, not making any fuss, but simply — continuously — urging you onward…
The body is the place of truth
Body sensations are the compass of our lives. There is nothing esoteric or transcendent about this embodied spirituality. In fact, it is so human and so deeply ordinary that I spent a great majority of my spiritual pursuit ignoring it. It doesn’t feel mystical or divine, but it is the truth…
Solitary Confinement
West Virginia has been the biggest grace of my life. My solitary confinement. The biggest fear of every human being: no community, no friends, no distractions, no job, nowhere to turn, nowhere to hide from myself…