I just returned from a 30 day solo retreat in the mountains. My time there was deliciously tranquil. I removed batteries from ticking clocks. Refused internet service. Kept my phone in a drawer. I woke up twice to deep snowfall slathered across the entire landscape, fresh, romping coyote tracks circling my cabin. I went hiking
♦◊♦ I’ve never tried to pull a caterpillar out of its cocoon, hoping to catch an early glimpse of the butterfly. I don’t recall ever ripping open the closed bud of a spring flower, desperate to experience its full bloom glory. I do, however, sometimes eat raw cookie dough before I bake the cookie. But
We’re all gathered back in Los Angeles. After a strong 3-month run, January through March, we took a much-needed break before coming back together for a marquee performance at Agape Int’l Spiritual Center … perhaps the pinnacle community of the “spiritual” niche we’ve been charging through the past 2 years. But that’s not what I