New Monasticism: A Feminist's Perspective on an Engaged Contemplative Life
V.K. Harber is a yogi, contemplative, and writer exploring the intersection of yoga, new monasticism, feminism, and social change. With her kind permission, I am sharing the first part of her important new essay, which I recommend everyone read. A link to the full piece is below. New Monasticism: A Feminist's Perspective on an Engaged Contemplative Life I am many things: a woman, a yogi, a mother, a spouse, a writer. I am also a contemplative. Before you begin imagining me serene and ... Read more

Being Late is a Sign of Mastery
It’s one thing to talk about awareness and enlightenment; it’s another to demonstrate it. I cannot prove this, but I’m sure it’s accurate: all great sages throughout history gave their ... Read more
Firing God: The distinction between the saved and unsaved
[Contributor Cheryl A. Abram is going to share monthly excerpts from her soon-to-be-published book, Firing God. Publication date is October 2014, by Non-duality Press. Keep up with her on ... Read more
on the nature of mind
ONE just beyond the thinking mind is an unending field of love and quiet beauty one can lie down there and live in eternity this field cannot be seen by the mind it cannot be known by the mind it can only be found and felt through Silence the thinking mind cannot know this kind of beauty and wonder the thinking mind has no feeling it has no soul it can only calculate distance and weight and price the thinking mind does not love it does not laugh it does not cry the thinking mind o... Read more
I Don't Believe Gov. Nixon's "Special Message"
I am writing in response to your August 19th special message regarding the ongoing situation in Ferguson, MO. I don’t believe you. Not a word. You have received terrible advice from your advisors, from your director of communications, and from your speech writer. Their carefully crafted message, which you sadly delivered, is terribly inadequate and unbelievable. You are, no doubt, in way over your head. For this, I do feel sorry for you, but I feel more for the citizens of Ferguson and for... Read more
Calling all Radical Sages
I know people who are active in what is called the “non-duality” movement. Some host non-duality meet-ups, where only awareness is discussed. Nothing psychological or emotional, nothing to do with current events in the world. Just awareness. Like Tupperware or sex toy parties, but without the Tupperware or sex toys. No, I’m not going to dis them or the non-duality movement. After all, some of my work has even been labeled non-dual, a label I take off as fast as I can. (Yes, you can feel... Read more
My Song of Sudden Freedom
If we are seeking what is real, the real is seeking us. If we long to know the truth, the truth longs to know us. If we want to drown in love, love wants to live in us. These entities are everywhere, pounding on drums in the ceremonial centers of our cells—trillions of them. They flood into and from us. Be a child in this on-rushing love: don’t move. Stand still. Don’t try to find the real, or know the truth, or experience love. All effort pushes it away. Be like a lost child a... Read more
Pope Francis: the issue is not women
Somehow, somewhere I became hypersensitive to the ways in which girls and women throughout the world are disrespected, degraded, abused, violated, imprisoned, sold, raped, tortured, and killed. I have traveled through or lived in more than 20 countries. I have seen this everywhere, from put-downs at dinner parties to teenage sex workers to eight-year-old laborers. When I lived in Australia from 2005 – 2011, I taught authentic public speaking. The majority of my students were women, most of ... Read more
Healing the World is Possible
I know how to heal the world. I’ve known for 40 years. It’s simple but I don’t know if we’ll do it. I don’t know if it’s possible since it seems we prefer being sick, wounded, hungry and angry. I’m not giving up though. Here’s a bit of backstory. Forty years ago, I was living in an ashram in India. One morning around 5:30, I walked out of the kitchen where I had been cleaning and cutting fruits and vegetables for the communal lunch. The sun was just rising above mountain ri... Read more
Six Months to Live, Maybe Nine
It was November 2011, and I had just finished leading a week-long retreat in Bali. I was scheduled to return to Los Angeles, but I was too sick and incapacitated to fly all that way. Instead, I flew to the much closer Australia, where I had lived from 2005 untill May 2011. I was experiencing chronic and acute pain in my back. I was progressively losing leg strength. I could stand only on crutches. Lying down, I could not lift my legs and could barely wiggle my toes. From various chiropractors,... Read more
Even if the Words are Unheard
We are together in watching from a distance the madness in the Middle East. I cannot do anything to stop it.Whatever words I might writewill likely be unheard and have no effect.Still, if the words are not spoken, howcan they ever one day come alive?So, I offer these words, they are all I have.They are inspired by my teacher.My teacher began all his talks by saying“I welcome you all with love and respect.”To welcome another person with love and respectis to recognize and acknowledge them... Read more
Pro Athletes are Role Models
I might be 20 years late, but after reading about Baltimore Raven’s running back Ray Rice’s two game suspension for punching out his wife, I wanted to comment on former NBA basketball star Charles Barkley’s 1993 Nike Air commercial, seen on YouTube by almost half a million people. Mr. Barkley says, “I am not a role model. I’m not paid to be a role model. I am paid to wreak havoc on the basketball court. Parents should be role models. Just because I dunk a basketball, doesn’t mean... Read more
The Wilderness of Writing
Writing ain’t easy. Over time and with experience, it does get easier, but even then it ain’t easy. But that don’t really matter, ’cause if you’re called to write, you can’t avoid it. You gotta do it. Even if your spelling and grammar aren’t too good. It don’t matter. You just write, because you got to write.I started writing in my late teens, mostly long unintelligible poems to record my equally unintelligible wanderings throughout the world, took a 10-year hiatus while living... Read more

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