Being Here Now, Part One

Long ago, in Mexico, I lived by myself for the first time in my life. All alone, in a traditional Mexican house, which closes firmly to the street, but opens into a courtyard, which ends at a rough stone wall, shared by several neighbourhood houses. I’d lived in that town for about half a year,…

Names Like Prayers

What do you need to believe? Shiva Keshavan wears names like prayers wrapped around him, as he flies down highways of ice, chasing glory. He is carrying dreams and pledges that hold him, like the many armed deity steady on the road, arrow swift unflinching, and joyous in his might. How do we wrap our young…