The past two and a half months feel like they’ve streamed by in a colorful, magical blur. A month after Yoko’s birthday, we held our annual Winter Solstice gathering where burning my fears and stating my intentions loud and clear to the Universe seems to have worked quite well. I intended to...

There is no pencil thin enough to draw the line between life and death. No one knows where the line lies and who the artist is behind it.
What we do know, and often take for granted, is just how grand and unique our lives on this earth are. A tiny bubble of oxygen in your blood, should it find its...