Compassion is, at once, the goal, the lesson, and the tool rolled into one “I love you” for ourselves … and for others.
What I found at the Shaolin Temple was that I couldn’t find peace; I had to learn instead to be at peace with what I found in me… both the warrior and monk.
The path — whether it be in the Himalayas, the yellow brick road or Broadway and 74th — is the destination itself. And that’s real-life spirituality for ya!
This week I invite you to be a spiritual entrepreneur and examine the metrics that make up your spiritual practice.
On Mother’s Day: A story of love and hope from a cathartic moment of healing that occurred in my family as my mom was dying from stomach cancer.