
Last week I was at WISH, a shelter for sex workers in Vancouver. I tend to go there once a month to sit with whomever would like a card reading, even the staff on their breaks.
Liz came in first. She smelled really badly and was high. Her head kept falling and resting on her arms as she zoned out. Her cards reflected trauma and addiction but also her strength, her beauty, her possibility, how family is so important to her. [Read more…]





Swami Chidanand Saraswatiji in Rishikesh, India: I heard a story of a college professor in New York who gave his business economy students the assignment of going into a slum and finding ten children each to interview.




