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The Next Generation

Some of our best conversations throuhgout the years have been in the car. Just before seeing my daughter’s new apartment, we talked about her exploration of various spiritual traditions, not just philosophically, but in practice. I told her I had two things to...

A Spiritual Spring

During a fit of meditation, I reached out psychically to a friend I haven’t spoken to in a while, but felt recoiled, rejected, until a warm feeling a few days later, as if to apologize. I miss them and sometimes have a strong empathic connection, but in some...

A Child, Me, Not Me

There was a time when I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up: the guy who collected the shopping carts at K-Mart. (It was right up there with engineer, which I felt I was well-suited for, but not nearly as much fun.) It seemed we went there every week for one thing...