by Hiro Boga | Inner Journeys, Self-Care
In my twenties and early thirties–my life Before Kids–I spent a lot of time in retreat. Three or four months of intensive, formal meditation retreats each year, where I sat in a little mud hut at a retreat center in India, or a meditation hall at a...
by Hiro Boga | Inner Journeys, Sovereignty & Freedom
This past week has been a tumultuous time. As I prepare to teach a program that distills much of what I’ve learned and taught over the past thirty years about how to live a free and sovereign life, the dragons that guard the gates to my inner kingdom have been...
by Hiro Boga | Community, Inner Journeys
I woke up that September morning with a stiff neck and a sore right hip from sleeping on the couch in my cousin Dinaz’s living room. My fifty-two-year-old body, unaccustomed to narrow, hard mattresses and the slope of couch cushions, ached. Dinaz’s...
by Hiro Boga | Creativity, Inner Journeys
Every once in a while I run into some cool technological marvel that brings the wide-eyed child in me onto her feet, exploding with excitement. I grew up in a pretty low-tech culture-India in the 50’s and 60’s-so it doesn’t take a lot to enthrall me....
by Hiro Boga | Inner Journeys
When I wake up, the house hums with silence. The air in my room is hot and still on this end-of-July morning. For the past several days we’ve been in the midst of an unprecedented heat wave, here in the Pacific Northwest. It’s hard to sleep. Hard to do...
by Hiro Boga | Inner Journeys
Yesterday, for the first time since I had hip replacement surgery in February, I wore shoes with laces. Black shoes, light as air on my feet, with grey and black laces that I bent over to tie into tight loops. My feet felt more firmly supported in those shoes than...
