I do not remember a beginning, for my memory is not stored in the soft pulp of a single brain but is etched in the frost of the mountainside, in the marrow of my ancestors, and in the silver disc of the moon that calls me to wakefulness.
In an era marked by unprecedented technological connectivity yet profound personal disconnection, millions worldwide are turning inward through the ancient practice of meditation. From...
Introduction: The Universal Guide
Across the vast and varied tapestry of human culture, few figures are as persistent or as profound as the psychopomp. This...
I have grouped the many articles on this site under the collective title, 'Elemental Living'. I thought that it was probably worthwhile explaining what...