What many of us experience as the body—as separate but parallel tributaries of corresponding sense experiences—is limited to the Cartesian tendency to extricate intertwined processes from one another and to reduce them to their mechanical components. Thus, the experience of the body becomes not a sensory totality but a description of causes and effects. In […]
To the mother, the body, and the holy soul. We are one. From the throbbing clitoris to the pulse of heart and the stiffening of nipple and the wetness of tongue and eye, from the knobby knees to the valley of hair in the secret garden to the hidden caves of the belly button, I […]
When the heart is fully broken, we are able to elicit the truth with our illuminated bodies rather than through senses that have no relationship to one another. This is the truth that runs through all major teachings. When we separate truth from illusion, we discover that no being is to be excluded from the […]
We hold these truths to be self-evident: love is the law of this land, and desire is the true north that will inform our journey. As men, women, nonbinary, transgender, genderqueer, masculine, feminine, and everything in between and not offered on the accustomed menu of options—of all races, all occupations, all persuasions, all spiritual and […]
Being present with what is, in the moment: how can we do this? Restoration is not necessarily reconstitution of the past relationship. What is present now? (We are mostly present with our discomfort around a story we have that is based on a past experience rather than what is right before us, what is right […]
I write because I breathe new worlds into existence through my words, which emerge from the bowels of my body/spirit. I write in order to integrate the many contradictions that besiege my soul; through my words, those contradictions can be friends and allies rather than sunder me into millions of irreparable fragments. My words allow […]
A seed is a dormant knowing or an immotile polyp destined for nothing but a slow decay in the rutted soil. Not all seeds come to their fruition. Every seed bears a dream, but sometimes that dream is evanescent, promising a rich yield ripe with perfected knowledge, only to wisp away into the sunshine like […]
Lately, I have been thinking of how the seeds that have been planted by years of practice are only sprouting forth now. And how some are still lying dormant in fallow earth, waiting for their time, not knowing if their time will ever come. And yet, how every word, deed, action, bears its fruit and […]
When Shawn and I were on our walk today, we talked about money. How we are beholden to it and wish to be free of it all at once. How we hate being under the thumb of capitalism, but how it also offers us access to certain realities we’ve been conditioned to crave and to […]
“Fear is the mind killer,” I should have said after receiving her cautionary text message about compulsory lockdowns across the nation and militias patrolling the streets at night to make sure that nobody looted or rioted. I knew that awareness of the right to civil disobedience was rapidly eroding in this strange new era, but […]
