souvenir

I am back here in Chicago and it is a changed landscape. Storefronts bear different logos, carry new merchandise. Those remaining the same display their sufferance and stand nobler for it, as though they’ve been permitted to abide in my absence and therefore...

spandex is not for everyone

First of all, I’ve been presented with an experience altogether new — one that engages certain energies in me and rejects others. Or maybe that has the potential to embrace it all, everything. That’s all I’m going to call it: The experience....

on the growing edge

I am at the San Francisco airport waiting for my plane back to Phoenix. The week that precedes my sitting here is bulging at my metaphysical seems. My bags, too, are more full. I carry new things. I wanted all along to write down so many details, so many finite...

Shibui

I am in northern California, staying in a house on the edge of the earth, literally. The view from our liberally windowed house is the rocky, moody coast of the Pacific Ocean. It seems turned around, on the wrong side. It feels like it should all be flipped...

chanting at the ashram

I have recently discovered an Ashram down the street from my house. I’ve known it was there for many months. I would drive by it half-noticing diminutive people dressed in white with mushrooming head wraps, progressing slowly toward the entrance. Last week was...