if today was your last day, what would you do?
If it were my last day in Paris and the world, I would wake my sweetheart up with her favorite breakfast and then go to my neighborhood boulangerie and buy all their croissants and pains au chocolate. I would walk through the streets of all the different parts of the city, giving away treats, hugs, smiles, and thanking people and wishing them well. A little champagne at sunset would probably be unavoidable too…


what have you lost and learned from?

growing up without a father pushed me to seek role models and mentorship all around me, opening my heart to guidance and love from unlikely sources…


what are you thankful for at this moment?

i close my eyes and become intimately aware of the detail of it all. the sounds the smells the texture the voices the lingering sensations on my taste buds, the tension and relaxation in my body, the luxury of warmth, the simplicity of the wooden floor, the haunting cold of winter seven stories off the ground. all i can think of representing is the grand variety and fractally infinite detail of it all.


what skill do you value most in yourself?

flexibility? i dont need an omelette pan to make you an omelette. ill just do it in whatever piece of metal or clay i can find!


who in your life are you under-appreciating?

my mother.

how can i not under-appreciate my mother?

how could i ever appreciate her enough?


what is the most cherished gift you’ve ever received?

one day on the beach i offered someone an apricot with two hand-carved wooden rings subbed in for the almond. she accepted to share it, and everything else, and she took the rings. that empty apricot, before we ate, was the best gift i ever received.


who or what shaped your inner compass?

(1) gandhiji of course for the deep weaving of morality — satya and ahimsa and asteya — into the very meaning of what it is to be alive and to be in community with others, and (2) all those experiences which opened my mine to form and color and depth and the indelible wonder of the universe at every moment.

together they are my north.


when has nature taken your breath away?

just today, riding home through the forest back to paris and the wind blowing and the cold dropping and the rain falling and my hands without gloves and my fingers without gloves and then just my ice blocks without gloves and the brakes metal and distant and nothing was moving doing over there any more anyways.

finally miraculously alive and arrived, cars and trucks gentle and understanding, lying on my back breathless from the cold, ice blocks for hands still burning a ravenous hunger in my core and the knowledge that so little so little separates us from so much from so much.

When Has Nature Taken Your Breath Away


who inspires you to be your best self?

tough to say whether it’s the memory of gandhiji, the loving eyes of my partner, or the strangers i run into every day who inspire me to be my best self. went with the strangers here: you — because when i meet someone new, i have the illusion, the dream, of being perfect for them: perfectly kind, perfectly helpful, perfectly present. worth trying for every time!


what is the best mistake you ever made?

sometimes i’m honest even when it shouldn’t be: once i was so honest with someone i cared so deeply about, that it revealed deep incompatibilities, and eventually saved us from walking down a road that would have made both of us unhappy…best mistake i ever made. (ps: misspelled satya in the image. permanent marker. my bad)

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