Have Faith & Move Forward
A few years ago, I worked at Anasazi Foundation, a wilderness therapy program for at-risk youth. For a time, I helped a young woman who was adopted from Russia. She had lived a very hard life and, as a result, she did not believe that there was any such thing as God—or that there was…
“A lot of times, when I’m talking to parents…I ask them to consider this interview that we all imagine that we’ll have with God…”
Not long ago, I shared this quote on my Facebook fanpage: “The eyes are useless when the mind is blind.” My friend Nate, an incredibly brilliant medical researcher, wrote this comment: “The human eye only sees a very small amount of light in the Light/EMR spectrum. Much, much less than even 1%. These include Gamma…
“Hey Seth! How are things in sunny California?” asked my friend on the phone. “Sunny California? We live in Mordor,” I answered, glumly looking out the window at a seemingly endless curtain of fog. For the fourth day in a row, the fog was hovering around our apartment in Daly City, a neighbor of San…
I’m proud to formally (and finally!) announce that ANASAZI Foundation and Berrett-Koehler Publishers have joined hands to publish The Seven Paths: Changing One’s Way of Walking in the World, in August 2013. Exciting, isn’t it? Well the story of how this all came about is just as exciting! So, since I’m finishing up my internship…
“You know, Seth,” my dad hesitated. “Maybe you should go to ANASAZI as a SinaguaWalker.” “What?” I said, frantically trying to read my dad’s mind. “It’s a program where people go to find themselves.” Find themselves, I sarcastically repeated to myself. I know that what that means. He’s not fooling me. I don’t need to…
This is a selection from the book “The Seven Paths of the Anasazi Way” published by The ANASAZI Foundation. This is one of the most beautiful stories that I have ever read. When the heavens stopped beating down on me and the sky finally cleared, I collapsed to the earth in exhaustion. How long I…
In September of 2007, after being led on a difficult, five-mile hike through everything that I could possibly be allergic to, I laid underneath my simple shelter on the ANASAZI trail in Arizona and wrote, “I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m not cut out to be a TrailWalker.” Thus began my first week as…
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