I'm not crazy about the term "spiritual path," but as long as we're here, the first stop on mine was in church, where, with the sanctimonious sounds of the priest bouncing round my head, my brother and I would open the hymnal and point to random phrases that would leave us lip-biting weak with squirrelly laughter. Since then, I haven't had much patience for anything or anyone that purports to Have All The Answers, which probably explains why I recently wound up at a farmhouse outside of Cannon Falls, in a room surrounded by Buddha statues, candles, African art, and the sight and sound of Pam Keul proselytizing about her latest... More >>>