In many yogic traditions the Guru gives the disciple a mantra. They are ostensibly tailor-made. I don’t know, I don’t have a Guru. But I have had many great teachers and I’ve tried several mantras over the years. I’ve tried the Ganesha mantra for forty days at a time. Ganesha Read more…
I ease up on the gas, maintaining a limit of 65. I do not ease up on my death grip on the steering wheel. I’m leaning forward, every muscle tensed and tuned into every sound coming from the car. I need to intuit what the eff is going on, and Read more…
I’m sitting on my tailbone, legs splayed, face slack with boredom, but my cells are taught and prepared. I’m holding my breath ever so slightly wondering what the first line will be. Am I going to say it? Is it going to come from her? All I know is that I am Read more…
Every morning, as part of my quest for conscious living, I give thanks that I’ve woken up. It’s a good Jewish thing to do. According to paternal accounts my blood is one-quarter to one-eighths Jewish, but this is just a detail that gets thrown around when we’re talking about the Read more…
We’re an hour into Lent on the East Coast. I am not Catholic but for three days I’ve been racking my brains about what to give up for the next forty. Over the years I’ve given up tangible things like wine, chocolate, and coffee. I’ve tried intangible concepts like giving up Read more…