Last winter, I traveled to southern India for a pilgrimage to Arunachala, a conical mountain considered by Hindus to be the embodiment of Shiva, the god of destruction and rebirth. The night before the pilgrimage, I dropped onto the mattress in my bamboo hut hoping for a peaceful rest. I…
Sometimes life gets the best of us. Weeks or months pass and we feel stuck in old patterns, old stories. We might look outside ourselves to self-help gurus or heroes for guidance, but our culture is sick, and it offers few real solutions to problems of the heart and soul….
