January 2016 Winner of the Goodreads Poetry Contest We will always be here, you said. This town and you and the rusty moon Under the browned trees and the night sky. The permanence, a brick house, Built to withstand earthquakes and silent explosions. Inside I am never the same. It's a smack in the face... Continue Reading →
A Burglar Named Sorrow
I am dressed for an evening on the beach, a cozy new Marc Jacobs sweater in a sober oatmeal with jeans, unlike the slinky, sleeveless crowd filling the banquet hall homecoming and toasting the birth of our nation's independence before the fireworks. When you approach, the world is no longer a static neutral television set.... Continue Reading →
Home Is Where My Brother Is
While driving home after an evening spent producing a Skype conversation for Omega's Ecstatic Chant between Ram Dass in Hawaii and Jai Uttal with Shyamdas in New York, I was struck with the realization that everywhere in the world could potentially be home. Home, for me, is no longer defined by my familiarity with my surroundings,... Continue Reading →
Home Is Where the Hope Is
"Hope is the shape of love not yet experienced, the DNA-deep knowledge of what we're meant to experience." —Martha Beck I just got back from a trip home where I spent time at a barbecue with my cousin's family, my brother and sister-in-law, my niece and a few little children running around, swimming, playing musical... Continue Reading →
Vacation Otherwise Known as Suspending My Regular Duties
Freedom from the day-to-day effort of answering emails, conference calls, last-minute meetings, driving in traffic, and the pressure to perform. I'm taking a breather, a break, a much-needed vacation. In a few hours, I'm heading to La Jolla, California to stay at a friend's house. She's a new friend, someone I admire and deeply respect.... Continue Reading →