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Remember this post that I wrote back in June? It was all about me taking on some new hobbies and hoping that the next time God was gearing up to hand me another project She’d see me so busy down here that She’d pass me by. Yeah, well, surprise…it didn’t work. I knew it was probably an overly optimistic plan, but still, it was worth a try. After all, it may have bought me two months of a nearly-balanced life. … Continue reading
My Instagram followers already know that many of my post ideas appear like lightning strikes out of the blue. They manifest during meditation, hugely distracting me from the task at hand, and all I can do is sit by and watch helplessly as the post virtually writes itself. On the one hand, it’s pretty cool, this charged jolt of inspiration. The ideas are really good, they’re eloquently organized, deeply heartfelt. Sometimes they even squeeze a tear from my dry eye. But on the other hand, they’re a little frustrating. The transcription is never as good as the original document, and … Continue reading
I was never much of a twenty-something. My overwhelming need for independence didn’t push me into the club scene, but instead down the aisle at the age of twenty. And it didn’t land me in the local bar, but instead at a lawyer’s office, buying my first home at the age of twenty-one. It didn’t drive me to partying, but instead to the town hall, lobbying for a permit to start my own home business at the age of twenty-two. The more “typical” behaviors of one’s twenties just never appealed to me. Looking back now, I think it’s because I … Continue reading
I know that, on “rare” occasion, I’m probably confusing. Simultaneously tossing around talk about a guru, revering the saints, and loving on Jesus, all while expressing devotion to a feminine God. Throw in some homeschooling, a generous helping of veganism, a dash of eccentricities, and what you’ve got might just be a whole lot of weird. And yes, I see you nodding over there. But I don’t really blame you.
And it might be hard for you to believe, but I do try and rein it all in–to keep myself within the confines of “acceptably” odd. On a good … Continue reading
Titiksha – (Sanskrit) Endurance or forbearance to withstand all forms of challenges in life
When I first stumbled across the concept of titiksha I knew immediately that this was something I wanted. Wanted pretty desperately, actually. Even-mindedness in all conditions. I could only imagine a life in which I could interact with other humans and not get angry. Or defensive. Or frustrated. It sounded too good to be true for someone like me, whose ego flared at the slightest inconvenience. Sure, it worked for the monks in their quiet little monasteries, but could it work for me in a loud … Continue reading
I’m going to start today’s story about twenty years back, although when I think about it, it was likely brewing long before then. Probably back in the days of my childhood, when a unicorn poster hung in my closet spurring all kinds of fantastical and whimsical daydreams. But this twenty-year-old memory is the most vivid, so we’ll start my story from there…
I collected the girls one sunny summer afternoon and we set out on our daily walk. One or two of them were settled comfortably in the stroller, probably sucking down a juice box and nibbling on crackers, while … Continue reading
My mom was raised a Catholic. So initially, I was, too.
Catholicism was never the best fit for her soft and malleable spirit, and instead of leading her to profound truths and realizations, it led her to worry, guilt, and fear. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say that it fanned those flames already within her. But that intentional spiritual seeking–the one that really has you digging deep–seems to most often take place later in life. And at seventeen she was far too busy with other things. Things like finishing high school and navigating the new waters of both … Continue reading
This post is proving a little bit harder than usual to write. Not that I think the words won’t flow once I start typing (I can already feel them, chomping at the bit), but there’s more than a little trepidation putting this all out there. Admittedly, I’m also coming up against significant hesitation to talk about something (panic) that I had hoped to never talk about again. But after being on Instagram for the past year, and writing one deep(ish) post after another, I’ve realized one very important thing: the harder it is for me to share (basically, the more … Continue reading