When I turned 28 this summer, I decided that I would make a hobby of exploring lucid dreaming. Lucid dreaming is the act of “waking up” within your own dreams. While I have not yet become lucid, I have had other profound experiences. Sleep no longer feels like wasted time, but more like a mystical practice and […]
Years ago, a therapist once said to me, “Stephen, you are so open, and honest. You expose so much of yourself to the world, and that is wonderful. But I want to challenge you to do something: keep secrets. Keep something away from the world, just for yourself. I don’t care what it is – […]
I consider reading one of the greatest pleasures that life can afford, especially when I discover an author who teaches, delights, and makes me a better human being. Jon Ronson is one such writer, and I’ve spent the summer devouring all of his books. I thought I would share 12 of the strange, beautiful, or […]
American poet Mary Oliver begins her poem Wild Geese thusly: You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Every so often, I find myself meditating […]
Earlier this week, I wrote an article about my experience in YWAM (Youth With a Mission), asking whether it could possibly be a cult. My final answer is not an absolutely yes or no, but somewhere in the middle. The post elicited a wide range of responses on social media, from people who related to […]
I’ve been occupying an odd head space lately: reading a great deal about cults, and pondering my general resistance to going to church. I didn’t think they were connected, but it recently occurred to me that perhaps they are. Enter Youth With a Mission (Or YWAM, pronounced “Why-wham.”)
As someone who battles mental illness, I’m always on the lookout for pieces of art, film, books, or games that describe the experience of deep depression. Depression – especially deep, harrowing, soul crushing depression – defies explanation or description. Part of its horror is that it leaves you speechless. So when I come across art […]
“Wow” said the man, “you are still working at this store. I’m impressed. Most people with higher IQ’s don’t stay here very long.” “Thanks?” I said, ringing him up. “So what are you really doing with your life,” said another older gentleman as I bagged his groceries, “because clearly you’re just playing here.” I stared at him, irate.