As we approach the Winter Solstice — the longest night of the year — I’m reminded of how deeply our ancestors honored this threshold. In ancient Armenia, influenced by Zoroastrian sun traditions, people gathered around fire altars to welcome the rebirth of the light. It was a time to pause, reflect, and reconnect with the quiet rhythm of nature. They understood that the dark season was not something to fear, but something sacred — a time of purification, stillness, and renewa

The other night, my son asked me something that made me think: He asked me: “Why aren’t adults fun anymore?” He’s right. Somewhere along the way, we traded play for purpose, laughter for seriousness, imagination for identity. We started dressing up not just for Halloween, but for life, wearing masks of respectability, titles, personas. And we forgot that behind the mask, we are still children of the cosmos, meant to play. Halloween, at its root, began as the Celtic festival o

Tonight the full moon rises closer and brighter than usual, reminding us of truths we too often forget. Its light is not asking us to...

Twice a year, the Earth pauses in perfect balance — day and night standing equal, light and dark sharing the sky. The Autumn Equinox is...