To meditate is to sit with our heartbeat, the countdown at the core of us, this pulsing squid-like metronome in the ocean of our chest. Clearly, this soft tissue clock was given to us to document the body-mind's head-to-toe collapse. Will it be a lucid demolition or an oblivious...
Published 05/31/23
Astrology ends the search for untethered highs, replacing it with unflinching realism and soul-seeing poise. As we accept the banks within which hurtable humanness flows and devote our lives to cultivating "self-respecting brokenness," we enter a state of mystical sobriety that I call "The...
Published 05/31/23