A political path to inner peace

Some of my notes from a recent seminar on personal transitions with Atum O'Kane --friend, spiritual guide, and treasured teacher (who led our pilgrimage to Bhutan in 2010). My life is a persistent push-pull between the soul and the ego. When is the ego a stubborn guide when the soul longs to lead?   How do I live so that both are tools on my path and together manifest as the identity I seek?  

I feel a certain urgency of years passing. The brevity of the beating heart. The responsibility of standing on solid ground With able mind and spirit. There is so much to do, so many good people to know, so much good to see and to do.  I wonder what I am doing with my life. how I am using it, Must make the most of it; think, write, fly, land, speak, negotiate, give, smile, think some more.  Every moment in pursuit of meaning, of fulfillment, and of purpose.  I want my life to spill over with life. 

From the Sufi Master, Hazrat Inayat Khan: The tendency to doubt, to be depressed, the tendency towards fear, suspicion and confusion, the tendency to puzzle -- where does it all come from? It all comes from the thought of getting something in return: 'will another give me back what I have given him? Shall I get the just portion back, or less?' if that is the thought behind one's acts there will be fear, doubt, suspicion, puzzle and confusion. For what is doubt? Doubt is a cloud that stands before the sun, keeping it from shining its light. So is doubt: gathering around the soul it keeps its light from shining out, and man becomes confused and perplexed. Once selflessness is developed, it breaks through the cloud saying, 'What do I care whether anyone appreciates it; I only know to give my service, and that is all my satisfaction. I do not look forward to get it back. I have given and it is finished; this is where my duty ends.' That person is blessed, because he has...

This is obviously a personal blog, but my work with the Open Government Partnership has been so influential in my life over the past 18 months that I feel compelled to mention it here.  In a sentence: OGP has revived my faith in the ability of governments to fulfill their obligation to provide for their people.   This past Monday, I spoke to a conference organized by the National Democratic Institute, the Sunlight Foundation, the Government of Mexico, and the Latin American Network for Legislative Transparency, on the Open Government Partnership (OGP) and how it can advance transparency in parliaments and legislatures around the world.  Wonky as they may be, my remarks reflect some of the ethos that I employed in building OGP over the past year--primarily, the importance of dialogue and perspective in building a new international initiative. *** Having been so close to the Open Government Partnership over the past year, it still shocks me to hear other people--such...

In January, I had the great fortune to accompany the Under Secretary of State to Chile and Colombia, where we held meetings with government officials, civil society leaders, and university students on a range of issues, including but not limited to open government, transitional justice, trafficking in persons, and protecting the human rights of vulnerable populations, such as LGBT and indigenous communities. Aside from an important diplomatic mission, Chile for me was a long-awaited return to the land of my undergraduate studies. In between official meetings, I relished in the nostalgia of the avenues I walked eight years before and the coffee houses where I wrote my thesis (on the role of small businesses in the negotiation of the Chile-US free trade agreement!). My sense of association with Chileans remains strong, and it was exquisite to return as a more seasoned version of my student-self. From Chile, a dear friend/colleague and I diverted from our official diplomatic duties ...

March 23, 2012 The sun seems brighter through the window of an airplane.  Rays so strong they take on tactile sensation, a gold paintbrush across my cheek.  We are chasing the light, skating west across this giant country whose size is bewildering every time I take half a moment to consider it.  Six hours to fly across 48 contiguous states united under one flag.  I am struck by how little I know of my own nation, and of the people who share the privilege of my citizenship. Tonight’s destination is San Francisco--glorious, soulful California.  Without having ever lived there, I already feel it is home to a future self.  It’s March 23rd--one fourth of the way through the year--and this is the 25th plane I’ve boarded in 2012.  Where has the year gone? Truthfully, I am sick of planes and perilously close to being sick of traveling altogether.  I want to be home, not always dividing my time between airports and unpacking.  I feel the weight ...