I go to the ocean. I always go to the salt water to center. The sea is a siren offering me peace for a piece of my soul, and that is a price I will always pay…Read More
There was a series of months in which I liked to ask people what their vision of paradise was. In Austria, I met a woman named Bea Von Schrader. She is an artist, and a mother, and a mentor—she wears many hats without wearing any hats. I asked her my question and she told me, “I think my idea of paradise changes everyday.”Read More
It is something when the summer lulls... First, the sun sets earlier. It is tired from burning through countless long, hot days. Then, the stars shine through wisps of clouds, and you realize the night air is slightly cooler than yesterday. Next, you gaze at the waxing gibbous moon. It shines light on the dry, gold dirt, and you see it is not yet time for new growth. We are between planting seasons, and like the crops that sustain us, we too are waiting for the right time to start anew.Read More
To live life as a work of art.
To live life as a work of art is to cultivate a consciousness, like a dance. One that twirls and tumbles in the space between the earth and stars. The dance moves to the rhythm of sensitivity, and keeps the beat of wisdom.
This expression is an act of constant experimentation, that opens you through constant flux and movement. It allows you a transcendence that includes each step already trekked, and each soul come to stay or pass.
A transcendence that elucidates your interconnectedness to all things. It allows you to witness their rapid and constant changing, and that of your own. It gives you the opportunity to discipline your practice of response vs. reaction, as your portal to peace.