A year and a half ago I visited the Thiksey Monastery in the Himalayas as part of
Nikki Costello’s led retreat. Each day our group had the opportunity to meditate along with the monks’ early morning chanting in the main prayer hall and bathe in the vibrations.
At Christmastime, my daughter Jessica returned home for a three-week visit. While here, she set up a composting station in our kitchen. Carrot peels, onion skin and used tea bags all make their way into a yellow container next to the sink.
One of the true joys of parenthood is having your 20-something child ask for relationship advice.
This happened when my daughter called one morning from her new home in Birmingham, Alabama while I was walking to class in SoHo. “Mom, how do I know when a relationship i...
Very early this morning my husband Paul gently kissed me goodbye as he was getting ready to leave on a two week business trip. His parting words: ”There is an op-ed piece in today’s Times about meditation. You should read it. It’s how I feel.”
