Essay What An Open Classroom Can Teach Us About Spiritual Growth How well am I growing on my spiritual path? It's a natural question to ask. We sincerely would like to know whether the lessons we're practicing, the thoughts we're thinking,
Essay Poisoned by the Ego I was out to lunch with colleagues from work - a wonderful Chinese restaurant we'd dined in many times in the past. Meals were served, conversations abound, then we headed
Essay We Don't Know What Anything Means Have you ever been in a situation where something happened – perhaps an unkind word was uttered or deed committed – and you felt certain you knew the purpose behind it? But
Essay Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind I never saw the movie. I have no idea what it’s about. But I love the title. Let’s talk about that concept of a spotless mind, particularly from
Essay Working With Past Trauma Anyone who experiences present pain caused by past trauma knows how distressing it can be. While the event may have been over long ago, it feels very existent right now.
Essay How Quickly We Forget We forget most of what we learn, and we forget it very, very quickly. How quickly? In general, within one hour we will have forgotten 50% of anything new we
Essay The Case for Gentleness “You’re such an idiot!” That was my go-to self-recrimination line every time I’d do something regrettable. Made an error on the softball field that cost our team the
Essay Using Time to Transcend Time Seminary students were on their way to a meeting in the two main lecture halls. Half of them would be attending a lecture on religious careers. The other half a
Essay On Self-Awareness It was a crisp early morning when the monk decided to meditate away from the monastery. At a nearby lake, he unmoored a canoe and rowed to the middle of
Essay On Self-Acceptance Growing up, I didn’t like my name. It didn’t feel right to me. Instead, I wanted to be a Steven or a David. Nor did I like being
Essay Stroke of Insight On the morning of Dec 10, 1996, Jill Bolte Taylor suffered a stroke. A blood vessel burst in the left half of her brain, and over the course of the
Essay Life as a Stage The first time I performed a concert in front of a live audience, I was terrified. My hands were shaking so uncontrollably that I could barely form the proper finger