[a short story by Turiya Dhara] Atla Tis hacked away at the brush with her machete. Although she walked this trail every three months – every Solstice and every Equinox – the jungle took it over completely. Carefully slicing her way up the mountain, she planted each foot firmly before…
Near the end of a project, especially a writing project, I find myself so engrossed everything else in my life lands on the back burner. This time was no different. When I committed to an early December release date for my next book, I dove in head first and didn’t…
The desert always has more to teach. In the past, I came to the desert seeking power. This time I asked to learn about Love. The desert greeted me and my Dharma Center students with the sweet scent of wild flowers perfuming the warm air. Birds cooed and chirped while…
We are One There is no Time There is no Space Those we miss are Closer than we think Last night I dreamed I was sharing flyers about Dharma Center. I rode a bicycle that would turn into a motorcycle whenever I needed some extra power. (I love how dreams…
A few nights ago, I woke from a dream, which played out before me like a movie: A white crane fluttered around a city street. Nearby, deeply concerned people were looking for the crane. The bird had once been human, and the people desperately wanted to break the spell before…
Between adventuring and resting, there was not much time to write while on retreat in Hawaii. On the plane ride home, I wrote until my hand could write no more as I tried to capture all the magical moments of this retreat. Traveling with a chronic illness is never easy.…
The colony sprang to life almost overnight from just a few survivors. The structures they built swelled as the tribe expanded. Just as their new world matured, a flood of salt water broke down their outer walls. They fought valiantly to maintain their position, but had to take refuge in…