When do we chose ourselves? When do we find “that quiet place still inside” us and ask how to continue the quest?
After a couple of days of teaching the science of climate change to my 6th graders, I found myself wistful for a different message. In between the sanitized lessons, it was impossible to hide my perspective, boiled down to a single idea: lost hope. They, more than I, will live in a mad world of […]Read more "Living in the Anthropocene"
It hasn’t been a splendid year. I have see-sawed between inspired heights and turbulent lows, and even now it’s hard to tell what the sum total of 2017 will be like. There is much room for catastrophe, but I am also more prepared now than ever. At least now I can at least see the […]Read more "Seeing the Path"
On Tuesday I voted for a fighting chance, but by the time I woke up Wednesday, it had turned into a rallying call. I read the news at 6 AM, and I was due at work soon after. Perhaps that is why I did not plunge into the waters of fear and despair that engulfed […]Read more "Confessing the Wound"
There is a good reason I haven’t posted anything significant in a long while. I have been struggling with depression and anxiety for a while, with all the attendant feelings of worthlessness and doubt. That makes you doubt every word and idea, every thought you want to share with others when it fails to stack […]Read more "Finding the Calm"