This is my sacred space. It has no alter of crystals, no pictures of deities, no ceremonial feathers, or beads strategically strewn. Its not very peaceful or clean; there’s no privacy here. The only “natural" thing about this place is the strong aroma of urine or feces it often greets me with. Yet everyday, I feel joy as I gather the garbage, wipe away the smeared food, gum and bird poop, and splash the ground with water to disperse the smells. What do people passing by think of me as I clean this random spot?Read More
I quit my nearly 2 pack a day smoking habit 11 years ago. I rarely crave a cigarette these days. But a strong craving hit me the other day. A moment of failure from the day before had me deeply doubting myself. On high alert, I am waiting for someone to figure out I’m making this all up.Read More
Street Counseling is an experiment to find out what it takes to really help someone. Does it require the structures of professional counseling? Is it possible for an interaction between strangers on the street to change someone's life for the better? What kind of connection makes this happen quickly?
And, Street Counseling is also the pursuit of an adventure without a destination, of doing something without fully knowing why.