When I opened the New York Times last week, on September 28th, I was struck by the headline:
– The Morning: September 28th
New York Times, In Search of Awe
“We are in the middle of the Days of Awe, the 10-day span between the Jewish holidays of Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur, a solemn period of repentance and reflection. As part of our reporting on how people experience religion and spirituality now, Emma Goldberg explores a new approach to awe.”
How rare it is for such a widely-read newspaper to grapple with a feeling that so often escapes language. And yet, there it was: awe not as a mysterious, intangible emotion, but as something we can measure and cultivate.
In the piece, author Emma Goldberg highlights the work of Professor Dacher Keltner, UC Berkeley psychologist and best-selling author, who was one of the first to delve into the science behind awe. I smiled reading it, not only because I am honored that Professor Keltner will co-host our Journey to Awe retreat in Kenya next year, but because it affirmed something I have always felt. Growing up in Africa, I was lucky enough to encounter awe almost daily. It was in the glow of the orange sun peaking up over the inky waters of Lake Kariba, in the piercing cry of the African fish eagle as she soared above in the vast, blue sky. For years, I struggled to name the sensation that these experiences evoked: heart slowing, mind quieting, a softening around the edges of myself, sheer and utter delight. Then the science caught up with what the body already knew… awe is a muscle to develop, not simply an experience that washes over us.










