From a long line of Irish mariners, Scottish accountants, Dutch Loyalists, and Spanish-Filipino rebels. Born in the Maritime provinces of Canada, schooled in Montréal, Cambridge, and (the mean streets of) Kyoto, and happiest in the cafés of Trieste, standing under waterfalls and tracking Buddhist anarchists. My work and life are about building bridges across eras and cultures in search of insights that can change the world by shifting habits of mind and body. Off duty, I revel in metropolitan tenderpunk, Symbolist art, human evolution, mountain hikes, and madcap conversations with friends both near and far. For that is the meaning of life.
A series of short essays on the commitments I hold and why I hold them.
Not the gourmand: a skepticism toward metaphysical heaviness, and a love of life, the body, and the earth.
From a quiet New Brunswick river town to Montréal at eighteen: how the journey began.
Am I a Buddhist at all? A critical, even radical one, and the story of how I got there.
“But you don’t look like an anarchist”: part provocation, part conviction.