My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

  Amira seemed timid and mysterious during my first visits to her home in Luxor several years ago. After all, I was a stranger from Ame...

Steven's writing After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter. —Jean Cocteau ( French: 5 July...

What is more magical than looking into a face? A sunrise has its charms, as does the flaming spectacle at the end of day. Changing clouds...

  During my youth I daydreamed and used imagination to make simple pencil drawings. I often drew a road beginning under my feet extendi...

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 ...