By Fleet Maull, PhD During my years in federal prison, I always looked forward to December. For a few days around the winter solstice and the holidays, the usually harsh and violent prison environment unexpectedly softened. You could feel that shift moving through the cellblocks and the yard. Men who normally kept their guards up, who had to stay vigilant every moment, would let themselves remember who they used to be. Fathers. Sons. Brothers. Someone's beloved. Even in a pla

By Fleet Maull, PhD I was three hours into writing an important proposal last week when my screen went black. When the computer restarted, the document was gone. All of it. The anger came fast and hot. I felt my jaw clench, my shoulders tighten, my chest constrict. My mind immediately spun into a familiar story: "Aaahhhh… Dammit…. I just lost a whole day of work! I can’t believe this! Why do I even bother?" I could feel myself spiraling into that old place of frustration and

By Fleet Maull, PhD What if the most profound healing happening in expanded states of consciousness isn't just personal transformation,...

By Fleet Maull, PhD There's something beautiful about early autumn… I love the way the light begins to shift, how the pace of life...

By Fleet Maull, PhD For decades, trauma survivors have been told stories that diminish their power. "The damage is permanent." "You'll...

By Fleet Maull, PhD Take a moment right now. Feel your feet on the ground. Notice your breath moving in and out. Sense the weight of your...

By Fleet Maull, PhD Picture this: You're standing in your kitchen on an ordinary Tuesday morning, scrolling through an endless list of...

By Fleet Maull, PhD Living with Uncertainty: A Call to Courage In these turbulent times, when political polarization, economic...

By Fleet Maull, PhD Over decades of exploring contemplative practices and teaching mindfulness in diverse settings—from meditation...