Fashioning an inspired life
As much as I like to pride myself on being an active and motivated human, most of the time, I wind up being a complete and total homebody (not that the two are mutually exclusive persay..). I have a love-hate relationship with this truth. Because while a big part of me loves being social, going out, doing things, experiencing the world and living my “best life”, the…
It’s easy to let the days blend together. Each one washing in and out, each one erasing the last. Life becoming a diffuse sky of endless gray until you turn around and realize how far you are from the shore. How did I get here so fast? How far do I have left? It’s a theme I keep revisiting, and it’s one I’ll likely keep…
Painting by Andrey Remnev A piece I wrote for my writing class with The Writers Studio Amsterdam. Thought I’d share it here as well. A moving meditation. /// I have many thoughts while upside down, head below heart, in downward dog. Some of them might be: I wonder if my underwear is showing? How long are we holding this one? Why are yoga mats…
It is 8 o’clock on a Friday night, and there are a million things I could be doing at this very moment. I could be learning that new language I’ve been putting off for years. I could be getting ahead on my work for next week which I will undoubtedly let pile up, leaving me stressed and angry at myself for not doing it sooner….
Age is only a number. That’s what they say, and, in many ways, this is true. But spend any time around those either much older or younger than you and you can feel the differences, the illuminating gap where new things are learned and fresh insights brought to the surface. This became apparent to me when I met Gaye Ilbay. At the ripe and shining age of 16,…
I feel a heaviness dissolving, a weightiness, like a hardened ball of sand that has finally given itself over to the ins~and~outs of the waves. Waves that were always there waiting patiently for the un doing to occur. I feel the cemented particles easing their way free, palms spreading wide, sand slipping through the cracks that once gave the glue something to cling to. I…