The Dharma of Hair

It’s becoming a ritual—this little chat at the desk.

What starts as a stream of thought often turns into a teaching, a personal reflection that ends up shared in class. These are the moments when I allow wisdom to flow through me—when I become a hollow bone for whoever needs it. And somehow, there’s always someone who needed it. After class, someone will come up and say, “I felt like you were speaking directly to me.” Or: “That was exactly what I needed to hear. How did you know?”