I found myself thinking about you the other day. Actually, what I discovered was that I hadn't thought about you in a long time and that...

A few days ago, I visited the temporary little home of a traveler friend. Sarah had come from Delhi to the mountains of Dharamshala,...

Alex is the breakfast cook at the hotel where I work some mornings.The first day I met her, she gave me a container of gnocchi with cream...

~ Moments intercalated in time ~ And then there are those days. Those that have no magic. Those that ask us to endure. Those in which...

Sometimes we cry, we get depressed and we wish we were more normal. Other days we find the courage of the revolution and we spit in the...

Letting go of control, jumping, trusting... Everything Anand was telling me now seemed like prophetic words for what was to come. That...

I had gotten up at 4 a.m., fallen asleep during the meditation, and, on top of that, I hadn't turned into Jean from the X-Men, nor did I...

As I sat on my step  watching my neighbor do her daily laundry, I saw an ant carrying a feather almost 2.5 cm long.Thirty times her size? How many ants would fit in a feather? The floor was tiled with grooves. For the poor ant, they must have felt like hills, but that didn’t stop her—the ant kept going... The feather swayed wildly from side to side as if it were dancing. It seemed like it would fall at any moment and touch the ground... but it didn’t. And the ant—stubborn—co

That intense, powerful, and uncontrollable impulse. That excessive and imperceptible attachment. That insatiable, endless desire, which drags us—without us wanting it—into a wheel so sharp and infallible that it leaves almost no room for error. If we let it loose, it multiplies so quickly, and without even noticing, we subtly shift from attachment to objects to an addiction to craving itself: we become addicted to the feeling of desiring. Addicted to that adrenaline, to that