Deep Thoughts

Right now is a really special time for those my age who are living the post-graduate life. Maybe we've got a salary-paying job with benefits,  finally enjoying the fruit of our labor with a little extra cash flow. Probably putting a lot of that into student loans. I write a lot about millennials and society's opinions on us and here is one of my favorites: "Your generation wants to go to work to make a difference." - some old guy.  Yep, that's us. The generation of compassionate giving-a-fuck. I think that our generation, for starters is more accepting of others, thanks to the internet showing us that there are tons of awesome people in this world and we need not be afraid of them. I also think that we witnessed the loss of material wealth in 2008 when the economy crumbled. A lot of people my age experienced impermanence of material goods first-hand. Some had to move into smaller homes, switch schools or stop taking dance classes. A lot of the things w

I just want to get really real for a minute. And I'll start by saying I love the path that I am on and I have chosen it for eternity. Becoming a Tibetan Buddhist Practitioner has filled so many empty holes of my soul. I'm so grateful to have the dharma in my life. But to only speak about the joy of it? Well, that would be inauthentic.  The spiritual path is messy. It is not easy. The path is not lined with glitter and bliss. It can be scary. It can be aggressive. It can be overwhelming and drive you to quit. Spiritual practice, whatever yours may be, shows you the depths of your ego and your truest self. With each meditation, internal layers of wallpaper are being torn down in your mind. Truths you never wanted to see become uncovered and naked. Sometimes it is darkness that needs to be seen and acknowledged. Sometimes it is darkness that needs to be made into light. With consistent practice, over time you can cleanse the layers of dirt that keep your Buddha essence cover