The Equinox has passed. Summer, that great celebration of sunshine and play, is officially over, and we are heading into the annual loss of daylight and the onset of literal darkness—if we…
The recommended method for avoiding injury while setting up a Sansbug is to toss the 20” disc into the air, then stand back as it springs to life and lands at your…
Have you ever felt called, beckoned by a power, an inner voice, or a feeling that leaves no room for doubt? It is a gift. When it happens, I listen. A week…
On the Saturday after the summer solstice, on the Wright land in Malibu, two men, elders in the community, stand at the East gate of the Medicine Wheel. Their voices lead us…
“I hear voices, scary voices. I see scary images and hear scary stories: Children killing other children, children taking their own lives. I can’t even watch the news. My heart is pounding…
I am lying on the floor of the sanctuary at The Church in Ocean Park. I’ve chosen this spot to the right of the altar, near an open door behind the baby…
I like balance. Balance beams, walking on curbs, crossing the thick yellow pipe gate on the Top O’ Topanga fire road. A couple Sundays ago, I park on PCH, just north of…
In the pitch dark of the lodge, Miguel pours cold Water on the glowing-red Stone People. They don’t look like people; they look like chunks of black lava, this new batch rounded,…
When the fires hit Los Angeles in December, T-CEP reported that we’d not had rain for 250 days. That was two months ago. I have enough drywall on my faux-wood paneling, enough…
When Ms. Knight first submitted this column in 2016 for publication in the Topanga Messenger, we rejected it as content not appropriate for a small community. As a result, she shopped the…