Once upon a time there was a man. He was hurt, at some point. He felt alone, or chided, or shamed. The feeling congealed into a shadow, and it followed him. The man would wonder, at certain points in his life, what was wrong with him. He would notice the shadow, nosing behind him like …
This morning a bitter cold settles in around the bones and creeps inward through doorways and windowsills. For all of modern technology, there is a rim of ice on the inside of the windowpane, rising. Ice and water move differently than we’d expect. There is gravity, and there are icicles. But water also builds, grows …
There is an invisible world out there, and we are living in it. If we hurt, if we know loneliness, if we feel shame or alienation or abandonment in our heart, we’ve simply forgotten the invisible, or started to say it isn’t true because it isn’t solid. Apology shocks us out of our empirical, ego …
“The empty sky is my witness.” – Jack Kerouac We want peace. We want relief. We want a sense of calm and a broader opening to joy. These are universals, although they come to us in very particular and personal ways. And they are things that are promised us, in yoga, in meditation, in spiritual …
