time. a precious {nonrenewable} resource, a baffling {social + global} construct, perhaps the thing we waste the most of {and that’s saying a lot}. why? and what exactly are we allowing to cannibalize it? {something that’s always fascinated me + one of the things meditation brings to mind time and again.} how can mere minutesContinue reading “sentiment without action is the ruin of the soul”
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enter the 30 day challenge
discipline.something i could probably use more of in my life.{a freewheeling spirit is not without consequences.} sure, i’ve made countless new year’s resolutions {most of which i kept for no considerable amount of time}, i’ve faithfully honored the season of lent since my old episcopal high school days roughly 20 years ago {yikes!}, and likeContinue reading “enter the 30 day challenge”
today could be the beginning…
…of anything you want. did you know dr. seuss was rejected 27 times before his first book was published? that sharon jones had a whole host of dead-end jobs before releasing her first album at the ripe, round age of 40? i do. in fact, i keep inspirations like these handy to remind myself thatContinue reading “today could be the beginning…”
everything flows // age of aquarius
“sometimes i go about pitying myself, and all the while i am being carried on great winds across the sky.” -the lakota sioux amidst the afterglow of the holidays and the promise of my january birthday, i spend a lot of time ruminating. and gallivanting. ruminating and gallivanting – both inside and out. takingContinue reading “everything flows // age of aquarius”
you remember records
the snow swirls, the tea steeps, and i’m wrapped in the cozy sounds of sinatra’s velvety croons emanating from my grandparents’ vinyl. i close my eyes and conjure up the joy of their 5 o’clock ritual. of husbands and wives and sisters and brothers gathered together and celebrating life. scotch splashing, ice cubes tinkling, asContinue reading “you remember records”
revolt. do something. anything. real.
we’ve been bamboozled. we’re being controlled by a bunch of greedy suits and the electronic idols they dangle in front of us. it’s preposterous. we spend twelve hours a day with media. twelve. that’s half of our daily allotment of life. not to mention that we’re subjected to over 5,000 ads and brand names duringContinue reading “revolt. do something. anything. real.”
back on top
because there’s somethingso satisfyingabout knowing you’ve reachedthe highest point.of anything. the undisciplined tongue
the beginning
as i roam the streets in my walking meditations, it is abundantly clear that people are generally unhappy. most do not smile or even nod their heads. most, in fact, avert their eyes. or look indifferent. or numb. or frightened. “please, someone save us from this place,” they mutter. forgetting that they are this place.Continue reading “the beginning”