Arun Kumar Few months back, standing on the back deck at our home, at the edge of the woods, we saw a fawn hobbling along. It looked injured, vulnerable, and alone. There was no sign of the mother or a herd that it belonged to. It felt like it was…

Arun Kumar “Some things are within our power, while others are not. Within our power are opinion, motivation, desire; not within our power are our body, our property, our reputation (Enchiridion 1, 125 CE)” It was a brilliant day in Carlsbad, California, about a 30 minute drive north of San…

Arun Kumar It is finally spring and the gray days of winter are behind. In the woods that line our backyard, signs of life are emerging again. The fresh green color of new leaves. A sparrow sits on the railing of the back deck with its head held a little…

Arun Kumar What is the meaning of my life? Or taking a broader view, what is the meaning of life? Or on an even broader scale, what is the meaning of everything around me? Or on an even, even, higher level perspective… oh well, before I get carried away, let…

Arun Kumar I hope you have not been hit on the head by lightning or a piece of disintegrated meteor. Neither have I. Once, I was surprised at an outdoor party in a friend’s house being hit on the head by a flying object that came out of nowhere. Its…

Arun Kumar “We are always thinking about the future to have a better past and miss out on the present.” — Unknown As I write this post, my thoughts drift to the Island of Endings. It is just like when meditating, the mind manages to stay focused on three breaths…

Arun Kumar You and I, taking an afternoon walk in the woods. It is an unusually cool day for the month of June, and it feels wonderful to be out on the trail stealing leisurely moments away from life. …

Arun Kumar On a lazy summer afternoon, I am wondering if utopia is even feasible? Or it is what we think of it that is just a dream. Is uniformity or equality an impossible trait to find? Is there a fundamental force that makes them a shimmering mirage? A mysterious…

Sweet revenge of the polar bear Arun Kumar My left hand sometimes does not know what the right hand is doing. Maybe this happens more often than I realize. Why else has the phrase become an idiom? …