ByCarrie Beleno
I spent some time yesterday at Panera between a meeting and a client appointment. Standing at the tea counter, I found myself doing a “happy dance,” you know: wiggling around, singing to myself, generally exhibiting joy? I was excited to see my upcoming client, discovered that I had a new seminar to write and was…
ByJulia Chi
The cherries are here again… shiny pink, clusters of new life. They are hanging happily from the trees in the garden of Teide restaurant where Anadi and I have shared many cafe con leche’s since we started visiting Spain three years ago. Last summer, these beautiful trees became well acquainted with my Zen runners; we…
ByMichelle Adam
The summer rain came and went; the cars on the nearby New Jersey highway hummed incessantly; and the fast paced East Coast life continued as I lived with my parents in an effort to heal the pain in my hip. I found work as an assistant editor and writer for an Irish magazine whose offices…
ByGuglielminotti Trivel
Autumn has wonderful colours and a very soothing energy that is very conducive for women to reconnect with their body and feminine essence. In autumn, when Nature starts slowing down, the temperature gets cooler and the daylight starts reducing, we tend to slow down our social activities and spend more time at home. This is…
ByCarrie Beleno
Uh oh, NOW what do I have? You’d have to be living under a rock (or without cable) not to miss the never-ending ads for every drug and disease under the sun. They conveniently list every symptom, specifically designed to make us mentally run down the list to see how many of them we…
ByMichelle Adam
It was Thanksgiving, but 18 years ago, at my parent’s house in New Jersey. My days and nights were filled with dreams, wide-open dreams and experiences that revealed the magical possibility of our humanity inside a deep purging. My body—in its pain and opening—had become a vessel through which ancients truths could emerge and…
ByMichelle Adam
Four months had passed since living with my parents in a small house in Ho-Ho-Kus, NJ, a community far away from Oakland, California, and New Mexico, where I had been for several years. Two years ago, I had left New Jersey, from my parents’ earlier house, to go out west, to discover my wings, only…
ByJulia Chi
We got up early… For Spain! At 8am it felt like day was just dawning… A few people wandering, the man with his dog who sits on the promenade collecting euros was already in his place… The sun shone on the limpid blue sea; sparkling, dancing bright… Paving stones outside the restaurants wet washed from…
ByMichelle Adam
Naturalist Henry David Thoreau once wrote, “in wildness is the preservation of the world.” His words resonated with me as I contemplated my life back on the East Coast, in my parent’s house in New Jersey. I wondered what, if any, higher reason I had for coming back to the East Coast after two years…
ByGiora Carmi
This entry is long. It described one more of those processes in which I discover an issue that is central and comes up again and again. I release the issue or dissolve it thoroughly by doing a process that you have seen before and today I call it a visual meditation. Imagine yourself meditating. In…
ByGuest Posts
School is revered as an institution for knowledge. When we think of school, we think about learning our numbers and letters and other brainy facts. Seldom are the words social and emotional associated to it. When we try to consider what “other” learnings we get outside the instructions of the classrooms, however, there are always…
ByMichelle Adam
“Do you know where sex and love meet? Do you know where wild and order meet? Do you know where thoughts and actions meet, where the sun meets the skimming edge of the earth?”… I wrote these words from New Jersey, inside my parent’s house in Ho-Ho-Kus, a town half an hour from New York…