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Essays, Memoirs, & True Stories
Pilgrimage To Nowhere
If spiritual seekers coming to Thailand were treated like their sex-tourist brethren, a contingent of saffron-robed monks would accost you at the Bangkok airport, getting up in your face with a laminated menu of spiritual offerings and shouting, “Intensive Vipassana meditation! Twenty-one-day monastery stay! All-you-can-eat vegetarian meals! Hurt your knees! No sex! Donations only!”
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Andrew Harvey On Sacred Activism, The Divine Feminine, And Loving George W. Bush
“This building makes me drunk,” Andrew Harvey says. We’re standing in the middle of Frank Lloyd Wright’s Unity Temple, a century-old experiment in sacred architecture in the wealthy Chicago suburb of Oak Park.
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Room 3206
Mr. K. was forty-two and almost dead, kept alive by machines, tubes, and liquids that would at best give him two or three days more. His wife had brought him to the emergency room, probably because he was confused or vomiting or had chest pain. It soon became clear that he had taken too much Vicodin or heroin or any one of a number of potentially lethal drugs, perhaps by accident, perhaps not.
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Chance Encounters
As a college junior I interned with Planned Parenthood. Saturday mornings at 6:30 a.m., I would open the clinic door to a line of women already waiting outside in the cold. They had come, some from hundreds of miles away, for abortions.
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