time, I was with a bunch of strangers in India. I was giving a presentation, and power went out. It was in a dark hall, and I was with two other colleagues. I was so embarrassed because we had invited all these people here. It was a public talk, and we couldn't do anything about it. Our mic was gone. There was no light. Everyone's sitting here in darkness, and I was just like, "Oh my goodness."You know, when the power goes out, you feel like you should be in control of it, because you're hosting the event. I was so embarrassed, and we just kept going on, talking in the dark, hoping people would stay. It was really ridiculous. I mean, there were no windows. Nothing. It was a dark hall.All... posted on May 14 2024 (744 reads)

each one, not just for somedisplay Kindness as you listenLove with love that never ends.search for Meaning as you NurtureOpenness makes strangers, friendsfoster Peace and learn by Playingas you Quest, may you Revere.welcome Shadow, welcome Silence,Teachers bring transformation near.work for Unity with Vision,Wonder at the mysteryYearn and follow your desireslive God’s Spirit Zealously.Charles: I'd love to invite us just to have a moment of silence, just to let that magnificent song, the images, the words, settle into a deep place. Let's just pause for a moment….Mary Ann, please speak to us of spiritual literacy.Mary Ann: Okay. Spiritual literacy is, we define that as the abili... posted on May 5 2024 (2,471 reads)

communities to hold conflict and navigate complexity across various levels of authority. She holds a Bachelors of Engineering from the American University of Beirut, a Masters in Public Policy from the Harvard Kennedy School, and is an incoming PhD candidate at UC Berkeley, where she will research the pedagogical and theoretical implications of generative AI. Vartika Sharma is a collage artist and illustrator based in New Delhi, India. Inspired by surrealism and symbolism, she creates emotive images through bold compositions. Her digital and print work has appeared in The New Statesman, The New York Times, The Atlantic, The Atavist Magazine, The New Yorker, and elsewhere. Poking fun at ho... posted on Dec 31 1969 (15 reads)

they would “shush and drop” them into shiny metal bowls. The aim was to separate out the little bits of stone or grit, the less-than-ideal specimens. Her mother wanted each bean to be perfect.  “Shush and drop, shush and drop, shush and drop,” Alice murmurs. Even now, the sound carries her back in time, back to herself at five and six years old. “More than anything in the world,” she says, “that sound transports me.” Many of us turn to images to spark our memories: the childhood drawings, still stuck to the belly of the old refrigerator; the family album crammed with faded photographs. But sounds, too, can be powerfully evocative.&n... posted on Dec 31 1969 (6 reads)