Journal.
Notes from the road. And the cushion. Recent journeys. Encounters. The quiet things I am still learning to understand.
The Eternal Return Revisited
The Eternal Return Revisited I sat down to meditate this morning, and it was the ten-thousandth time I have sat down to meditate for the first time. That is no...
Read entry →Passing the Torch
Passing the Torch I have spent much of my life receiving. Teachers, texts, silent retreats, hands pressing into my back on a Thai mat in Chiang Mai — all of it...
Read entry →After Enlightenment
After Enlightenment I sat my first ten-day Vipassana with the quiet hope that something would end. Some pattern, some tightness, some old story about who I am....
Read entry →The Beauty of Questions
The Beauty of Questions There was a time when I collected answers the way a merchant collects coins. Certificates, frameworks, models of the mind, protocols fo...
Read entry →Living With Uncertainty
Living With Uncertainty I used to think that clarity was the goal. That if I meditated long enough, read enough, questioned enough, I would arrive somewhere — ...
Read entry →The Courage to Continue
The Courage to Continue I have failed enough times to know that I do not know. And yet, most mornings, something in me still gets up, still sits on the cushion...
Read entry →Wholeness in Fragmentation
Wholeness in Fragmentation Some mornings I sit before sunrise and notice how many pieces of me are already awake — the one who is worried about a client, the o...
Read entry →The Paradox of Surrender
The Paradox of Surrender I have been meditating for years now, and still I catch myself sitting down on the cushion with a hidden agenda. Something should happ...
Read entry →No Destination
No Destination There is a road I have driven a hundred times between Warsaw and the mountains. For years I thought the point was to arrive. Then one autumn I n...
Read entry →The End of the Journey
The End of the Journey I remember standing at the edge of the ocean in Kerala last winter, thinking I had finally arrived somewhere. Then the next morning came...
Read entry →Gratitude as Spiritual Practice
Gratitude as Spiritual Practice I woke up this morning and my body worked. My eyes opened, my lungs filled, my heart continued a rhythm it has kept for over fo...
Read entry →Your Life as Prayer
Your Life as Prayer I used to think prayer was something you did — a posture, a moment, a set of words offered to a ceiling. Then a Vipassana teacher said some...
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