I am home, always home.

“Dear friends” is how the monks at Plum Village would address everyone before speaking. I came to hear those words as a reminder to still myself and offer my attention up to others. Hearing this address would always place me in such a position of happiness, a form of happiness that I’ve never felt. I…

The Unlived Life is not Worth Examining

That past is unwavering, it’s done. Regardless of who tells the story, the past is settled and stilled much like the seasons of leaves that have now become the very soil, our natal bedding, below our feet. And while offering recognition to the people and events that brought us to where we are now becomes…