My Mother the Artist

My Mother the Artist

My mother used to lie on the ground in our maple bush and take photos of the sunlight streaming through the tall trees. I remember a curious look on her face the first time she showed me one of the photos. She was clearly enchanted by the image, and she seemed so...
Snake Medicine

Snake Medicine

One summer in Costa Rica I was teaching meditation in a morning yoga class. The mic was acting up and there was a feedback issue with the sound system. While the students sat in silent meditation, our assistant gently put her hand on my shoulder and told me I had...