Deep Thoughts

It is crazy to me that it's still September. Still the same month that I went my first Buddhist Retreat. Where layers of who I thought I was were shattered and cleansed. Where I got to know the little girls living inside of me, who were desperate to be recognized. Where the fucking pain in my knees drove me to tears every afternoon. Reminding me of the care that my sangha family gives when one is struggling. Also learning that I am responsible for my own well being. And that every one around me wants to support that. Still reflecting deeply on that experience. Still living it. So why not share? It's never too late to share a story. Recently, after our return, I was with my dharma sister at Dancing Cranes where we ran into a friend I had met in a yoga class. What a cliché, I know. She asked us about our retreat, we gave the usual response, it was great ! Every one asked about our retreat, thanks to the gorgeous photos we posted online. But we knew that mo...

One of my biggest priorities in life fell by the way-side this summer.  My first summer living right in downtown SLC kept me in this little hipster-journalist bubble.  And I hardly spent any time with Mother Nature.  Witnessing her, witnessing me.  I believe that the single most healing thing a human can do for themselves is spend one-on-one time with nature. Wherever you can. Deserts, forests, beaches, oceans, mountains, tundras. Anywhere that does not have buildings, businesses or lots of human activity.  Anywhere that human intervention has not prevented brilliant biology from blooming.  It is SO important to get out of this society, away from our screens, away from all those obscurations we put up with while living in a metropolitan society. We worry about our looks, what others think of us, our bank accounts, our careers and literally anything else we can come up with worrying about. At least, these are what my day-to-day obscurations look l...