Out on the trail, the loudest sound I heard was the rain when the wind shook it from the pines. Between the quiet, the rest, the reading and the walking, I had an unusual sensation that my chest had expanded and my head was lighter.
Since first encountering his work, I have been a great admirer of Larry Dossey, M.D. -- a New York Times bestselling author of several books, as well ...
This week, Jews around the world are marking Tisha B'Av, a day of mourning for all that is broken in ourselves and in our world. Judaism generally pla...
This was more than a moment. This was a peace demonstration. Peace is a human right. Every human being has a right to live a peaceful life. Every human being has a right to enjoy a life that is not ravaged by war, hatred, terror and tragedy.
My hope is that, like Trungpa's idea of an empty heart, each time I am re-souled through Shabbat, there is more tenderness and less tangibility, a waking up of my soul, an opening of my heart, and a chance to practice making everything holy, at least one day a week.
I've come to trust in the divine to pilot my life and work out every detail, giving me peace of mind before I know how it will all turn out.
When I was pregnant, I got tired of talking about having a baby. When I finally had my little darling, I became weary of talking only about nap time and Sponge Bob. Now I find I am getting a little frustrated with this whole 'getting older' thing.
Prayer can be a time of healing and recalibration. It can be a time for doubts and concerns. It can be a time when you reaffirm what you really believe is important, what you want to do with your life. The big thing is that it gives you the chance to choose the light every day.
In these remaining few hours or Ramadan, do your best to spend a little bit of time with yourself and look inside your heart to see what are you carrying with you as you leave this month. Each of you has so much to share with this world.
An effort by the pro-LGBT group Truth Wins Out (TWO) to block the opening of a private Bible museum in the Nation's Capital is a misguided assault on constitutional protections that properly protect everyone, including LGBT Americans and their opponents.
Why does prayer feel both right and normal to me and crazy, too? The best I can do is offer this analogy. In the movie Close Encounters of the Thir...
I serve as a University Chaplain for New York University and Executive Director of the Islamic Center at NYU. Earlier today, I delivered a short sermon that I was recommended to share with you by some of my community members as today's reflection.
In our restless, striving American culture, in an age of radical change and redefinition, the very concept of home is under assault. In so many ways, we are spiritually homeless.
There is one way to ensure the music of the summer reverberates into the fall and beyond. It is by discovering the song of the soul. The No. 1 hit will not be found on Billboard's charts or iTunes but inside of you and is waiting to be sung. It is music that will last forever.
Usually I would say yes and add to my already hectic workload. On the contrary, I blurted out no, and it shocked me! I think it shocked the other person even more, because they were so accustomed to me saying yes. That was one of the most liberating days of my life.
Ever since I was a young girl, I knew that Ramadan was an extraordinary time of the year. It is a time when there was an abundance of everything in our lives -- food, family, friends, love, giving, forgiving and prayers.