As I sat watching the XXV Winter Olympic Games opening ceremony, I realized how many questions the flame raises that none of us ever seem to answer. We know how to react to it. We fall quiet. We lean ...

I watched Bad Bunny deliver the most American halftime show I have ever seen. Then I came home and watched it again. And I am not okay. In the best possible way. He sang every single word in Spanish.

*This is Part 2 of a three-part series on the Walk for Peace, focusing on the lived emotional responses of those who have witnessed it. You can read Part 1 here. “We walk not to change anyone’s faith ...

How many of us continue to function long after something essential has gone missing? There is a version of burnout that we rarely discuss. It doesn’t arrive as a breakdown. It doesn’t stop us from ...

For more: “I didn’t understand much of the symbolism of Bad Bunny’s halftime romp, but I knew I was seeing symbolism. The power lines, the sugar cane, the flags and the recitation of Americas, coco ...

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It’s better to take our time than trade a job well done for hasty speediness. Busy can be good! Chaos can be delightful (and hard on our egos). But busy-ness…not so much—and our never-ending quest for ...

There was once a man who was visited by three goddesses. They were attempting to settle a dispute between them, a trifling matter to determine which of them held claim to the golden apple that had ...

Everyone and their mom knows, at least intellectually, that the whole of creation is in a state of endless revolution. The Greek philosopher Heraclitus famously said, “No same man could walk through ...

I often think of yoga as a practice which moves beyond the boundaries of the spoken word. I did my first teacher training in Cologne, Germany—at a time that I didn’t speak more than a handful of ...

We don’t get to choose grief. We don’t know how or when it strikes. Who or what we’ll lose. It descends upon us all at once, and it never quite leaves. Whoever has endured loss knows that we don’t ...