The Paradox of Control
From struggle to surrender, they key to coherence and power...
Where The Sands Holds Water
October 1984. I was 23, somewhere between Niamey and Timbuktu, just after innocence and before initiation.
The Sahara was behind me, but its emptiness still echoed in my soul. I’d been hitchhiking for 3 months across Morocco, Algeria and Niger, and now Mali, sleeping rough, chasing the ghost trails of my childhood heroes: René…
