I have been unable to write for the past few weeks. It’s not that I don’t want to write. I love writing. It lives within me at all moments of the day. It is like an old friend that will always know my heart, completely. But lately, it has been hard to...
I met a buddhist monk on the streets of Auckland. He followed me around the town, talking to me about his spiritual path. He spoke about his life, celibacy, and devotion to God. When he left he handed me a book on Buddhism. I still have it to this day. I met a hippie...