“I am giving myself permission to not think for the next hour,” I scribbled in my notebook. The jerking of the train made it difficult to write. “Everything will be waiting for me when I return.” I proceeded to itemize all of the issues contributing to my overwrought state of mine. The list was long: money stuff, […]Read more "How Meditation Saved Me From Being An Anxious Cucumber"
“I’m feeling…” She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath. “Centered and resilient.” Everyone smiles and nods approvingly. The man next to her, with his hair in a bun and an om sign tattooed on his wrist, takes a moment before speaking, choosing his words carefully. “I’m feeling grateful that I could share this […]Read more "Real Spirituality: Why You Won’t Get To Heaven Shopping At Lululemon"
About a week ago, or about a lifetime ago, when I was still living in Los Angeles, I was hanging out in an apartment in Echo Park. It was a gorgeous one bedroom with a stainless steel fridge, marble countertops, and floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking downtown LA. The place belonged to a guy named Archie, the boyfriend of a friend of a friend. […]Read more "The Human Stops"