Eleven Weeks of Tea

Eleven Weeks of Tea

In ancient China tea began as a medicine and was considered a drink of introspection–a cup of humanity. It was considered in the realm of poetry. The tea masters made their own cups and tea pots. Their calligraphy and red signature stamps were placed prominently on...

The Way of Dust

  We live in the realm of dust, in which we find corners, and walls to cling to, we might lie or hang there together thinking we are the corner, or the wall, until the wind comes from the door being opened, and our dusty selves are sent off to another part of the...

The Deep by Zenju

No one can guide you into your dark moist interior, where the moss has grown in layers, where bamboo could sink itself into you, creating private places. Your innermost earth has no words, so it will not call you. No, the deep does not speak, think, or take action, It...

I Am Not My Hair

Many wonder the reasons that people often point to the color of their skin, the texture of their hair, their ancestry, history, gender, and other embodiments. And yet as the song by India Arie so keenly states, “I’m Not My Hair,”  we are not the...