Self Growth
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While driving home after an evening spent producing a Skype conversation for Omega’s Ecstatic Chant between Ram Dass in Hawaii and Jai Uttal with Shyamdas in New York, I was struck with the realization that everywhere in the world could potentially be home. Home, for me, is no longer defined by my familiarity with my surroundings,…
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Ever since I can remember, I’ve had a crush on someone. Some scruffy-haired blonde boy, the quiet kind tall guy, the bad boy, the good guy with a girlfriend, the drummer, the alcoholic, the electrician, the chef, the poet–there’s always been a place for these dreamy, hope-filled feelings to land. Whether we dated or not,…
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Last week, my friend accidentally locked her keys and her purse inside her house. I helped her break in by adopting the familiar cheerleader forward knee bend pose. She put her foot on my thigh and 1-2-3 she was inside the window. When I was younger, I remember climbing out my bedroom window after an…
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“Our sensory organs love to lead us astray, and eyes are the most deceptive of all. We rely too heavily upon them. We believe that we see the world around us, and yet it is only the surface that we perceive. We must learn to divine the true nature of things, their substance, and the…
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When you look up the transitive verb “accept” in the dictionary, you will find the following definitions: to receive willingly <accept a gift> to give admittance or approval to <accept as one of a group> to endure without protest or reaction <accept poor living conditions> to recognize as true: believe <refused to accept the explanation> to make a favorable response to <accept an offer> to agree to undertake (a…
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Somewhere along the way I got confused about when to say yes and when to say no. When to affirm and when to negate. When to accept and when to refuse. When to allow and when to deny. Maybe it was because I didn’t know what I wanted. Maybe it was because I didn’t really…
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I have a very vivid impression of being a little girl playing in the sandbox with my best friend when I looked up at the clouds in the sky and told her that when I grew up, I was going to live in a big city far away from the backyard wonderland of Northeast Ohio.…
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Regret can be your worst enemy or your best friend. You get to decide which. — Martha Beck I live my life with the intention to always grow and evolve, but there have been many times I’ve failed. I am human, after all. I prefer not to dwell in the space of regret, but a few exceptions…
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I’m cold and then I’m hot. There’s pressure building up in my head like a shaken soda bottle before twisting off the cap. My throat is scratchy and sore. My body is having a temper tantrum, demanding my attention, but I don’t like being sick. There’s a language around being sick that subtly feels like…
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“Hope is the shape of love not yet experienced, the DNA-deep knowledge of what we’re meant to experience.” —Martha Beck I just got back from a trip home where I spent time at a barbecue with my cousin’s family, my brother and sister-in-law, my niece and a few little children running around, swimming, playing musical…
Let It Bespoken 