To be crystal clear

There I was, on a recent Friday night, sitting cross-legged on the second floor of a very dark, very mysterious mansion. In the lotus position, I was chanting in Sanskrit, thinking—how the hell am I going to explain this one? My friends call my recent experience woo-woo. You’ve been forewarned. A little woo-woo coming your…

Dust in the wind

The unexpected forecast last weekend was for dust in the wind—at least in my hometown. Not coincidentally, just a couple of days ago I looked much like the young boy you see pictured here. If you read my recent blog on romance and all things related, you will remember that I wrote a letter to…

You missed a smudge

My house is enveloped in a light haze at the moment and smells faintly, I think, like a Native American sweat lodge. And I’ve done this on purpose. In an early bout of spring cleaning, I found a sage smudge stick I’d bought in my New Age days.  For the uninitiated, smudge sticks are used…