There are five I Ching cards sitting on my bookcase. Out of 64 cards, five jumped out at me…or I should say, they were pulled by a vivacious one year old who was visiting my home with her mother. It was a chilly Saturday morning and we all took a
An Update from Baptist Country Like a ghost swallow, Christ was lifted into the wide, empty fields of heaven by the wind. Yes, wide. Indeed, empty. You don’t want to die before you see the face of God in the eaves of a pink dogwood tree. If
Viet Nam has changed my relationship with coffee shops. They used to be a space where I worked and entertained my friends. Then, recently, they became a sort of anthropological space where I encountered a religious event which brought me to another level of appreciation and respect for local culture.
Self-care Soup is a short column where Moriah Mylod and M. Perle talk about vibes in the ether and self-care strategies. M. Perle: Aries season is a time when we think about our power. What it’s like, how we use it, where can it get us. We can misuse
Travel has always been illuminating for me—every place I visit presents me with experiences that shed light on things I was previously unable to fully understand. That this is so, is only natural to Mrs. Trang, an urban planner from a university in Hanoi. She introduces me to Psychogeography. Psychogeography
I’m sitting in Boston, holding my palms to my chest. I pitched this column to be of the existential persuasion, which brings a slight bit of pressure for me to insinuate something deep – every month. I tried to write this piece a couple of weeks ago, referring back to