Maybe the best interview I’ve done to date! Crickette is really funny, bright and bold… we had a a great time in my home talking about Quodoushka and educated pussys.
She may not know it yet but Crickette is coming to a Q,.
Part One… Part Two is coming soon.
In beauty Amara
I just donated to my favorite foundation, which I’m very proud to play a small part in…
If you would like to help out the Himalayan Stove Project, simply visit their online donations page. Every little bit helps, and on Giving Tuesday, those contributions are going twice as far. Give now and Your donation will be matched. $100 dollars delivers a stove to a family in need.
A while back Shyena and I helped deliver clean burning cook stoves in the Himalayan region. It was one of the most memorable experiences of my life.
There’s no cars on the way up to Mt. Everest, so stoves must be delivered by people and animals who can make the trip.
Our good friend George Basch is the ‘chief cook’ who coordinates this extraordinary project. I’m amazed by what he’s doing to help the people live with far less pollution in their homes as they cook.
We just got back from visiting him in Taos, where his joy and hard work from his recent trip to Nepal comes rolling through…it’s wonderful to a man powerfully doing what he loves!
Enjoy pictures from our trip!
I’ve come to think that just about anyone loves permission to talk about sex.
Once you you peel away the veils that like getting lifted, I notice it’s the same everywhere I go. And I love hunting Beauty wherever it lands; coaxing it to peek through the shyness, enchanting it to smile, wonder or sing just a little bit more than it should. I like taking down the weight of walls nobody likes holding up.
It’s how I hunted Marianne, a Jew from Uzbekistan sitting next to me on the plane from JFK To Phoenix. Even before I notice all the yamakas and delicious scent of food passing across the aisles, she catches my eye by the way she covers
her hair and keeps tugging her skirt to cover her legs. But it’s how she inadvertently keeps brushing back her two year old’s soft brown curls that really has me smitten.
A lot of kids get cranky at take off, but Samuel stares wide-eyed out the window and giggles the whole way up. He seems blessed with an unusual dose of gentle intelligence.
It was Marianne who convinces me that given the time, a curious mood and the right questions, just about anyone will tell you anything . We start with casual banter about the Jewish holidays and then her nose flares slightly when I
tell her what I do. In her world of conservative Jews, no one’s written a book about sex. So she’s clearly delighted to me a few tell me things about her husband, all the while glancing at the floor to guard affections.
I cannot say enough about the passion and integrity of George Basch’s dream of delivering clean cookstoves to families in the Himalayan region. I LOVE this video, and I’m proud to play a small part… (I’m in the video because Shyena and I went on one of the first trips to deliver stoves to monasteries and people’s homes. It’s an amazing story, and really helps people change their lives, yet, let’s them keep their life style (around the hearth) in it’s place.
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Words capture so little of the truth about extraordinary events, and to be honest, I hesitate to dilute how I feel from our retreat in a mountain Temple of Wutai Shan, China. Yes, I’m used to coming home stirred and happily out-of-sorts from deep ceremony, but this time, having taken a plunge into the refuge of temples, sacred chants, and boundless tea, I feel like a puzzle piece still assembling unknown mysteries.
How do you capture the fragrance and unfurling plume of fine sandalwood incense, or the taste of rare puer tea that causes your heart to float in heavenly realms? How can you remember being locked into the fathomless depth of a teacher’s eyes? Perhaps we do keep memory imprints of such times, and maybe we bury moments of peace and love into the soil of our minds so we can recognize certain vibrations and water these frequencies until they bloom on their own again and again.