Alone We Never Are: Returning to the Rhythm That Restores Us
I just published a new essay on Substack.
In June 1985, on my first night in an Army barracks at Fort Dix, I felt completely alone. A few minutes later I noticed a book in the garbage can at the foot of my bunk. It was the Bhagavad Gita. The loneliness didn't vanish, but it softened. I knew I wasn't alone.
With presence,
Manu