BOTH HANDS Sometimes it takes both hands just to live. Just to grab the gifts that fall from the sky. Two hands grabbing soon fill up. Or two hands empty in amazement just flat there, like landing fields. Or two hands praying somehow try to thank…

When I was five I had an enlightenment experience. At kindergarten no less. I didn’t ask for it or have any idea what it was. Tell me God doesn’t have a sense of humor.It doesn’t take long to tell. I was playing on something, monkey-bars or a fence, and I was singing to myself the way kids do. I was chanting, “I’m me, I’m me” over and over again, sing-song. It struck me as funny that there’s an I, but also a me. One looks at the other, but they’re the same.Something in that idea sort of…See More

It was a mystical experience that happened to me when I was about 22 years old that introduced me to the spiritual path. Here is the condensed version:I was raised Catholic, but loosely, and didn’t spend much time thinking about any of it. I probably felt like God existed, and that He was a loving and forgiving God, but I was constantly feeling the Catholic guilt thing, so I’m not sure how much the two were actually connected!At the time my Dad gave me the meditation tapes that changed my life…See More