Waves of Self in an Ocean of God

Yoga, Jung, IFS, and finding peace in a Balkanized psyche

Out for a Walk by Seamlessoo

About four years ago, in the twilight hours of the night, I sat under the Northern California stars puffing on hand-rolled tobacco.  

Technically, I quit all types of nicotine—snus, cigs, dip, even vape (oh yes, I vaped hard)—years before this moment. But on rare occasions, in certain revered spaces, I allow myself a smoke, es…