At The Feet Of The Master I
What is truth? I fear you do not see it before your very eyes. It has always been there, you
What is truth? I fear you do not see it before your very eyes. It has always been there, you
As I sat at edge of Toronto’s Harbourfront looking onto Lake Ontario, the grandfatherly words of Alan Watts entered my
To do a plank..Correctly..Is a hard thing to do.The instructor announced as we listened on the veranda of a steamy
The cool air bit my fingertips as we stood on the outdoor patio, indie guitar melodies flowing through the air
Amateur field notes in the psychology of software engineers Having been asked a sufficient number of times, “what my ideal
What reason is there, really, to do all this writing you ask? Is it perhaps because on the empty pages
Rene Girard theorized that the inability of human beings to generate authentic desire caused them to imitate others. While I
Writing is, in a very real sense, a meditation: a messy practice mostly unseen. Although we read, rather enamored I
I watched in anticipation as the mass of participants trudged their heavy boots and uniforms through the sinking sand of
I could feel my torso ache and wail in deprivation: “Is this hunger or thirst?” I thought to myself.. Accepting