10/7/2026 Years ago, I began the process of unearthing my attachment to suffering. The path of yoga, meditation, and self-inquiry was my passion and ignition point. Looking back, I would say that the particular modalities were not as important as the process itself …the gradual expansion of awareness. In my 30s, I was blessed to have a very skillful teacher appear in my life once my focus turned toward “waking up.” One of the first things he said to me was that I had an almos

4/7/26 I dragged myself to the gym the other morning, feeling tired, a bit dull and listless. At the co-housing community where I live, the gym faces west, with a sweeping mountain view just beyond the courtyard. As I walked in, the weight room was calling me. Yet I found myself drifting toward the windows—some small act of conscious procrastination. I glanced out into the courtyard and stopped. There, just below, was the memorial shrine created for Loretta, a longtime member

I’m running up and down the stairs with miscellaneous items in my hands; mail, toiletries, books, and one orphaned sock. Aiming to get...