Category: philosophical counseling

• June 5, 2012

  On the art of climbing

  So here we are on this third day in June. This week I begin my inquiry into the art (ars) of climbing in the hope of expressing the most graceful, most grateful, most powerful movement of which I am capable. The cultivation of graceful movement in the climbing world has been all but lost by…
• June 4, 2012

  I biked home with silk…

  I biked home with silk. The late night was so silky, silk-spun, silk-fed, as silky as I was. All was clear and translucent, the moon fuller than it had been, and all along I went without plans. I was not frightened by this; my self-assurance was a background seamless with the silken night. How the…
• June 1, 2012

  My book on radiance

  I assumed it would take me about a week to complete The Guidebook to Philosophical Life. After all, it was to be a short book addressed “only to those with ears to hear.” And now for the irony: it took over a month to finish. Go on and laugh. I have my reasons. One was that…
• May 31, 2012

  Our graying hair

  I have gray hairs. I have long hair. How long will it be before I have gray hair? I long for a radiant woman whose hairs are also gray. I see her long hair and her dark eyes and I crave for this being. I see her skin and I crave for her. How long…
• May 30, 2012

  On having needs and making requests – Part 2

  II On Saturday night as the moon reflected a C-shape across an invisible Y-axis, I stood up from the rooftop and my arm stopped working. I tried to spread my right thumb and it would not move. I shook the arm and it shook listlessly. I went to brush my hand through my hair and…