InnerWoven

When I was 21 and living in Glasgow, I met a young British South African […]

I invited her to let go of her body, to search the darkness inside herself […]

“You have fungus in your brain,” she told me.  My arm had stayed strong throughout […]

“Every time you talk about that place,” she shot across the table, “it sounds like […]

It was my most precious memory from that whole year.  The dusk was falling on […]

“There’s something I said to you a few days ago that I regret,” I told […]

“Damn it.  Fuck that!” I shouted, and threw the plastic bowl I was washing down […]

A short time after returning from pilgrimage, I was confronted by the very thing that […]

The final leg of my pilgrimage in India was a trek to Babaji’s cave in […]

I have never felt as much joy at the sight of a building as I […]