Testimony

A couple of years ago, I began working on writing my autobiography. Someone asked me why – after all, there are a million autobiographies out there, why add one more? So I had to explain myself. I said it didn’t

A few days ago a couple of old friends of mine tracked me down and pinned me to the wall. “Wake up!” they yelled, “we are mothers, and we have forgotten these children, the children in cages at the border,

I lose things. Usually my phone, which I have already lost this morning, before doing anything but getting up, doing the morning toilet ritual, taking my vitamins, feeding the cat, sweeping the kitchen floor, doing my morning meditation, letting the

One evening not long ago, when I was sunk in suffering over something beyond my control, I remembered James Baraz’s 91-year-old mother Selma. In the you tube video “Confessions of a Jewish Mother,” she tells how her Buddhist son ruined

I was at the end of my rope. For five nights I had not slept more than a two or three hours. Now I was facing another day of brain-fogged exhaustion, battling the unthinkable possibility: What if I never sleep

I’m writing this for all my children, but also for anyone who struggles with fear and anxiety, which these days is almost everyone I know. Here’s what I want to say: Whatever is your greatest weakness – if you get sick enough of it

If you’re interested in finding out more about who Silo was, check out my biography, On Wings of Intent – a biography of Silo, Mario Luis Rodriguez Cobo, “Sage of the Andes.” The book was published in English and Spanish

Ceremony of Death performed by Silo, Dec. 31, 2009, Punta de Vacas Park of Study and Reflection A good friend of ours, Jorge Espinet, died an hour ago in Mendoza. He was on his way here. Surely he wanted to