My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Life is a kaleidoscope of sensual surprises.  During travel, I leave familiar surroundings to engage in the unknown and see with fresh e...

  In pure moments of being, I perceive behind the veil of the material world in the realm of non-duality, or oneness. Here, love reig...

We are slowed down sound and light waves, a walking bundle of frequencies tuned into the cosmos. We are souls dressed up in sacred biochemi...

I am glad I had my paints, camera and pen along with me. Oh, and my laptop. Two pair of shoes was enough. So was two pair of pants, fo...

Standing with Hagag and his family. Front of Hagag's house My Egyptian brother Hagag and I sat at the simple wood table in fron...

Abu'l Ezz, myself and Hagag The homes of my Egyptian brothers are made of humble materials: mostly earth and some wood. Even the ...

There are days that I call three-in-one days. They usually occur while I am traveling. Events are so fantastic and magical that they embed ...

The fog I hoped for never arrived during my month in Venice. I kissed the city goodbye—with light so brilliant it seemed the canals were...

Van Gogh, Garden at the Asylum at Sant-Remy_ Each day has its own incredible uniqueness. I find it best to live in THE DREAM consci...

I get lonely—and then remember her embrace. She is a floating dream of centuries. As I walk through her narrow passages, I never...

My first week of one month in Venice seems to have flown by quickly. Sometimes I want to grab the moments and make time stand still. I f...