We are like the spider. We weave our life and then move along in it. We are like the dreamer who dreams and then lives in the dream.This is true for the entire universe. The Upanishads What am I doing here? What is the meaning of my life? How can I make sense...
A couple of days ago, I decided to walk the writer’s plank and not return. The Admiral of Creativity put a blank page to my head and forced me to jump into the Sea of Spontaneity. It is pretty simple, it felt like time to just sit down someplace and start writing,...
I have this story in my head and I can’t get it out right. I have mistakenly approached it like a serious, informed journalist and I am neither. I am staring at a page of bulleted points. It is a lifeless list of system breakdowns punishing all of us, whether we are...
This is the last one in the three part series. You can read the first two if you like, which will provide some context. I remember the night my father died. I was nine years old, all alone in the bedroom I shared with my brother. He was visiting our cousin in...
