Roots

In my mother’s womb, I once floated in primordial soup for 32 weeks, eight shy of full-term. I was born premature & spent my first days in an incubator surrounded

Naming upfront that this piece reflects my memory of interactions with my partner, parents, and siblings. I have done my best to capture dialogue, behavior, and "energetic feel", and acknowledge

Draft 2 of Lion's Roar article I once got into a fight with my beloved lay dharma teacher in the Plum Village tradition. She insisted that the insight of interbeing

Draft article for Lion's Roar For months in residence at a Soto Zen temple, I woke before dawn to meditate, observing the sunrise in shadows migrating on white walls. Some

My root teacher Thich Nhat Hanh taught me to rest. Once a week at his monasteries, monks and nuns would schedule a lazy day — a day without plans, formal practice,

Sometimes, I know it's hard to find a way out trying to escape fear or anger or discomfort, you doom scroll the news or swipe on the apps until a

That moment of clarity - I am not afraid of you You standing towering over me, daring me to be afraid Yes - my legs are shaking, adrenaline is flowing

November 28, 2020 Abbas, Thank you for showing up, if only to reflect and say goodbye. And thank you for your honesty and openness this past Tuesday. I have taken

1- I come for myself, not you My pussy is my own My body is my own How dare you tell me That you were imagining a future for us

all the things I'll never need to know again You invited me into your tiny house and taught me its secrets: The water pump needs to be on to flush

(what you've left behind) Just last week you walked through my door with Arms full of groceries, filled the fridge with my favorite zucchini, Kombucha, leeks, huge portobello mushrooms (which

In Israel and Palestine, where I lived from December 2018 - March 2020, there is a vast concrete wall separating Jerusalem from the West Bank. The wall is unsurpassable for

Dear John, I do not want to be in this committed relationship anymore, I am sorry. I am dreading having to tell this to you in person and to see

I open up slowly, like a flower unfurling her petals Letting go of the fear of being seen, relaxing into the Sweet cascade of your fingers skimming over each Region

I open up slowly, like a flower unfurling her petals letting go of the fear of being seen, relaxing into the sweet cascade of your fingers skimming over each region

Today, throw a tantrum, rage at every Fucking thing you hate Let the axe fall hard into the ground, Fuck you fuck this fuck everything Allow yourself to feel everything.

My body sings with power heat, sex, lustful for destruction, taking The axe arcs through the air, from the ground, past my left shoulder, singhing the air with the force

I have to say, I am fucking angry at the state of the world. People of plenty, why are you polluting the oceans, consuming resources like crazy, acting as if

Email to Leo in response to his messages on March 23 and 25 Dear Leo, It’s early morning here in California, outside the sky is black and a set

There is nowhere to go, nothing to do. Today is a lazy day in Jerusalem and I am on day 2 of a self-imposed quarantine.

Reflecting on metamorphosis after a session with Leo in Vienna To become a butterfly, let go of your desire to be anyone but yourself. Notice the wings sewn onto your