I once spent an entire afternoon convinced I was the next great urban philosopher, my mind spinning… Read More

I’ve always been wary of the term “spiritual practice.” It conjures images of people in flowing robes… Read More

I once spent a weekend in the woods, determined to “find myself” after a particularly brutal week… Read More

I once ignored my gut feeling and ended up at a party that felt like a life-sized… Read More

I once sat cross-legged in a room full of blissed-out souls, all eyes glued to a shaggy-haired… Read More

I used to scoff at the idea of a spiritual community. Picture me, the lone wolf, convinced… Read More

I remember the first time I tried meditating to raise my consciousness. Picture this: I’m sitting cross-legged… Read More

I once found myself wandering through the concrete canyons of the city, feeling like a ghost in… Read More

In the middle of a crowded subway car, I once found myself contemplating the absurdity of my… Read More

I remember the time I stepped on a stranger’s foot in the subway and pretended I didn’t… Read More