Ann Bevans

Dreaming I stood in a small, windowless room. It was sparsely furnished – a narrow bed, a dresser, a lamp. Empty wire hangers clattered in a tiny closet. The only exit was a single, locked door. Somehow, I escaped the room and found myself running down the street. Then, in…

“What the actual fuck? What would make a person do this? It’s like you have a dream about the washer overflowing and you shuffle in here and turn the water off in the middle of the night!” I am standing in our upstairs laundry room, glaring at the red and…

In an earlier post, I wrote: Anxiety is a habit. You’ve got to breathe through it. The line was almost a throwaway. Even when I wrote it, I felt it was an overly simplistic solution to the thorny problem of persistent fear. Yet, it resonated with so many people, I…

“I have little use for the past and rarely think about it; however, I would briefly like to tell you how I came to be a spiritual teacher…” So begins Eckhart Tolle’s masterpiece, The Power of Now. I discovered The Power of Now about ten years ago. I know because…