The Only Black Person in the Room
Belonging was a concept I could long neither feel nor grasp. Eight years ago while on a yacht circling the Marina del Rey channel, I answered my then white German partner why I didn’t know anyone besides the hosts of…
The Night of the Hessian Soldier
I stood on the street below my apartment on East 6th Street in Manhattan, waiting for an unmarked van to pick me up and drive me to an unknown location. I did know the person who contacted me, but in…
East Hill Farm
Once upon a time… many years ago, when a now very old man was but a youth, he felt something was mysteriously missing in his life, but he didn’t know what it was or where to find it. He wasn’t…
Arrernte Land
A jumble of buildings squatted some distance away, dark, and low. Not a sight I, at my age of eight, imagined part of Dad’s homeland. Funny how things stick in your mind, still sharp now, from so many decades ago.…
To Hold One’s Own
There is a stone from a shore at home that I carry with me wherever I travel. It has a hole through it, which makes it lucky, and it was given to me by my mother, which makes it precious.…
Learning to Die, by Brother David Steindl-Rast
David Steindl-Rast (2004) Wikipedia The only point where one can start to talk about anything, including death, is where one finds oneself. And for me this…
Equipment List for the Journey Home, by Trebbe Johnson
Photograph by Simon Migaj From myths and fairy tales, guidance galore I had spent five days alone in the Arctic wilderness, and now I was hiking…
The New Year, by Rabbi Adin Steinsaltz
Transforming repetition into renewal Marc Chagall (1887-1985), “The Shofar,” 1911 The conjunction “new” and “year” is in itself a kind of inner contradiction, for a year is something that repeats…
Paths are Made by Walking, by Nipun Mehta
Nipun Mehta Walking, in our high-speed world, has fallen out of favor. The word “pedestrian” itself is used to describe something ordinary and commonplace. Yet, walking…
From Bad to Good, by Patty de Llosa
One of some seven-hundred current members of Ready Willing & Able, the Doe Fund’s flagship training and sustaining organization, Joe will spend the next few months cleaning the streets for…
Beyond Words, by William Segal
How, indeed, could it be possible for a man, who is limited on six sides—by east, west, south, north, deep, and sky—to understand a matter which is above the skies,…
The Call of the Earth, by Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee
Photos by and courtesy of Dale Fuller The Call At this moment in time we are more and more consciously confronted by the reality of climate change, global pollution, acidification of…
Living the Moment of Love, by Llewellyn Vaughan-Lee
Photograph by Debora Tingley “With an open heart we can see and sense the sacred nature of all of life.” A simple and essential spiritual truth teaches that only being…
To Hold One’s Own
There is a stone from a shore at home that I carry with me wherever I travel. It has a hole through it, which makes it lucky, and it was…
Freedom from Addiction: The Presence of a Moment
For true self-remembering is the consciousness of one’s relation with another in the presence of a higher power.— Rodney Collin, The Theory of Conscious Harmony Tucked anonymously on a non-descript…
We Begin Where We Are, by Jan Jarvis
Traffic circle in Recke, Kreis Steinfurt, North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany A Gurdjieff Group in the world In his book All and Everything, G.I. Gurdjieff presented what he…
How Do We Reclaim The Heart Of Humanity?, by Trebbe Johnson
A Report on the 2015 Parliament of the World’s Religions It was a pilgrimage of reparation, undertaken by a few people who shouldered the burden of an act that had…
Saturday in New York with Gitanjali, by Tracy Cochran
Gitanjali Babbar wanted to walk to the Freedom Tower. This cold day in New York City marked the end of her first trip to the United States. She had visited in…
The Fairies’ Right of Way, by Betsy Cornwell
Photo by Johannes Plenio Protecting the places where the magic folk roam Our new neighbor came home with a whitethorn sapling and a spool of red…