Something you may not know about me is that, although I grew up in a Catholic family, for many years I’ve considered myself a student of Buddhist teachings. My spiritual practice is a loving tapestry of different traditions—from the timeless teachings of Jesus Christ to the ancient wisdom of Vedanta—but more often than not, the main thread is that of Buddhism. The Realms as Metaphors for Inner Experience Imagine your inner world as a vast landscape—sometimes sunlit and peace

As the holiday season ramps up, the world around us encourages more—more shopping, more stuff, more hustle. But what if true joy comes from less? Choosing less isn’t about deprivation; it’s about making space for what truly matters. Making Space for What Matters Recently, I dropped my son off at work—he’s at Vineyard Vines in a busy outlet mall—and was struck by the sheer number of people crowding the stores. Parking lots were overflowing, police were directing traffic, and p

There’s a special kind of magic in the early morning. When the world is still, the sky painted with soft pinks and golds, and the only sound is the quiet hum of possibility. I find myself drawn to the sunrise—not just for the beauty, but for the sense of renewal it brings. It’s become my sacred time for yoga, a daily ritual that grounds me as life keeps shifting around me. Majestic Sunrise over the Ocean at Sivananda Ashram For years, I’ve been chasing the sunrise. Always loo