Love Poem to Robert Bly


You may never read this, Robert, but I have to write it. I know you know what I mean.I’ll tell you exactly when it was that I first fell in love with you. I was 16 years old, living on my own in Mendocino, far from my family in Taos. I had dropped out of More…

Saint Francis and the Lama Beans


My first spiritual teacher was Ram Dass, author of the iconic book, Be Here Now, which introduced a generation of Americans to the ancient wisdom of the East. Along with framed photographs of his guru, Neem Karoli Baba (affectionately known as Maharaji), and statues of Krishna (Lord of Love) and Ganesh (Remover of Obstacles), Ram Dass More…

If My God Had a Gender


I have always been drawn to a God who eluded me. A God who transcends gender — transcends everything, actually. A God who rebels against all forms, annihilates conceptual constructs, blows my mind. In other words, a God I can’t believe in. Because beliefs are dangerous — dangerous to God, anyway. The minute we define More…

Otherizing


As a Native New York Jew who grew up in the counter-culture of New Mexico and spent my 20s in northern California, the American South is as foreign to me as Mongolia. Maybe more. And so visiting the Bible Belt is a perfect opportunity for me to walk my talk and reject the impulse to More…

Keeping the Sabbath.. Radical


Today is Saturday. The sun has just dipped below the western mesa and the face of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains is about to be washed with the scarlet glow from which the range derives its poetic name. Shabbat is over and, in the tradition of my ancestors, I mourn a little. The Sabbath, they More…

Season of Light


Here in the mountains of northern New Mexico where I have spent most of life, the winter solstice season is marked by fire. During Advent, families and businesses fill small paper bags with dirt and nestle yellow votive candles inside them. They line the adobe walls around their homes and the low hanging flat rooftops More…

Otherizing


As a Native New York Jew who grew up in the counter-culture of New Mexico and spent my early twenties in northern California, the American South is as foreign to me as Mongolia. Maybe more. And so visiting the Bible Belt is a perfect opportunity for me to walk my talk and reject the impulse More…