Meditation for Women Who Read Too Much

An excerpt from Simple Abundance by Sarah Ban Breathnach December 15 Meditation for Women Who Read Too Much Virginia Woolf believed that when we women who read too much arrive at the pearly gates carrying our beloved books with us, the Almighty will tell St. Peter: “Look, these need no reward. We have nothing to give them here. They have …

Made for Yoga

After a week long trek up and down Mt. Kilimanjaro in Tanzania, I came home with a skip in my heart. That is literally what it felt like. My heart and lungs had undergone so much strain at the top of the oxygen deprived summit that sometimes it would beat irregularly. I knew when my breath was controlled, my heart …

A quick dip in Joshua Tree

When your friend asks you to help out at her booth at Bhakti Fest you say yes. So I get up early. But I always get up early. I eat breakfast and load the car. My mind wanders and I pace while I wait for our meeting time at 10am. When we meet, we exchange hellos and information on what …

Potato Chip Reflections

I had just finished 2 plates of tofu Pad Thai and was picking at a tray of fried tofu with sweet and sour dip when Don turned to me and calmly took my hands. He said, “We did a lot of things today.” I smiled and replied, “Yea we did.” Then we went back and forth remembering all those things. …

Are you talking to me?

Every now and then a stranger tells me I’m pretty. Once it was the woman selling apples at the farmers market. Usually its a homeless person I pass on the street. Sometimes it’s a person I make small talk with on my way somewhere. But even though I may say Thank You, I never accepted the words for myself. Usually …

Slow Down

Once I realized I had the power to create my own happiness, I started to work on understanding that power. If it comes from within, can I be in a perpetual state of happiness? Where inside does this feeling flow freely? Why does it flow freely? How do I drink from the waters? I kept hearing, seeing, and reading that …

Orange Memories

Every time I peel an orange I remember one time at Kevin’s house. We were sitting with his mom and she gave us both oranges. I used a knife to cut mine and Kevin just dug into his with his fingers. Eventually he noticed my orange peel petals and said something about how ugly his orange peeling was. I just …

Return to LA

When I got back to LA, my life felt like a shamble. I had all the time in the world to just lay in bed and feel sorry for myself. Every morning, I would distract myself on Facebook or Instagram for 2 hours and then maybe pace back and forth in the apartment. Often I was sitting on the couch or in my bed, …

Rainier

I left Portland on Tuesday and headed further north. Along interstate 5 I see a sign for Mt. Rainier National Park and think, “That sounds awesome.” So I ditch the original plan to go to the Olympic National Park and take the exit for Rainier. Of course a mountain is always far away, so I drive and drive and finally …