Ritual

I share this because I'm fascinated by the totems and rituals of others.

I loathe the moments when the suffering of others reminds me to be grateful.

A warm and rainy Christmas in Ohio. Highs in the mid-60s and the sun will set at 5:11pm. It felt like somebody else’s dream, going to Midnight Mass last night. We dove down empty rain-slicked streets before entering a cathedral filled with incense, chanting, and a menacing organ

Sunset: 6:16pm. Moon: Waxing gibbous. A high of 77 degrees because there’s no such thing as seasons anymore. During my morning meditation, my widget instructed me to select an object of focus, and I could not decide between a pattern on the carpet or the sensation of my

We gathered around the mayor’s mansion and sat in the street for thirty minutes of quiet. The silence was stunning. It had presence and weight that nearly muted the birds and the steady beat of three choppers in the sky. A different world felt very possible with hundreds of

I remember standing before the gods on a rainy Monday morning in Taiwan. Once again, the question that haunts me when I approach any kind of altar: Am I allowed to pray before you if I don’t understand you? And how do I pray? Forty-something years old and I