I write these lines around July 4th, celebrating Independence Day for the first time as a US-citizen. I continue to honor the occasion as a day of celebration for the society I live in and yet I very little resonate with the socio-political interpretation of independence (as in synonymously used with freedom), sensing that in so many ways American society is absolutely not independent/free. (…)

I’ve known for some time now that identifications and entanglements, especially with parents, have prevented me from being who I really am. This concept however remains abstract and cognitive as long as I haven’t looked at my earliest experiences in relationship to my mother and father. (…)

I’ve always played with the idea that the connection, love, and unity we so desperately seek on the outside needs to happen within myself first. And I’ve tried many methods and techniques to try and achieve all of the above within myself. Only that none of them was sustainable until (…)

Authenticity is one of those terms inflationary used with a highly subjective meaning. For many people it’s associated with what they say, how they dress or the group they belong to. Not having given much thought to authenticity much of my life, I’d suggest a different connotation. One that is more of a felt sense of my core needs being met - or not. (…)

This is an awkward time for me - one in which there are so many ideas and inspirations and therewith opportunities flowing my way, and yet, I don’t feel the need or the capacity to catch and hold them. (…)

I would have never expected that being disillusioned feels so clarifying and freeing as it does to me these days. The illusion that I’m releasing is that of a childhood that has worked entirely in my favour, (…)