I wonder how much time I’ve spent watching other people live their lives; how much time I’ve spent feeling separate or apart. I wonder how many of us are dulled by the faux reality of constant life-streaming. The preoccupation and fascination with what others are doing – and the unconscious addiction to packaging our own lives for others to see – is it dimming the vibrancy, the creativity, the … [Read more...] about Life Streaming
Personal
Ongoing reflections through pain and perseverance. On a life lived, observed, and bettered if but incrementally. On human connection, personal evolution and the challenging twists and turns that shape our existence.
Modern Muse
Hiding in the in-between She hopes that she remains unseen She’s shed her former scaly skin But unsure of who she is within Hiding in the present moment Her exuberance still lying dormant A deafening silence she well knows Her voice suspended, in repose Some might call it life’s atonement Three long days or in one moment Forty years or reincarnation A measure of her … [Read more...] about Modern Muse
Unapologetically Sexy
Tonight was the first time, probably in my whole life, that I felt deeply, serenely and unapologetically sexy. I was standing in a dimly lit room being witnessed by women, by sisters, by tribe. As I began to move, to dance, to feel the warmth of my skin and let down my hair, the entire world melted away. I fell into the music, I fell into myself, into the safest most vulnerable paradise I’ve ever … [Read more...] about Unapologetically Sexy
Nobody is Coming
Nobody is coming. If there was ever a lifelong lesson for me, that would be it. During today’s afternoon meditation it hit me like a ton of bricks – what this thing is that has been burying me and shutting me down, turning me off, making me go cold, pushing me to abandon life, to abandon friends and jobs and literally everything I’ve ever done or dreamed of. It pushed tears from my eyes, then … [Read more...] about Nobody is Coming
A Single Woman’s Manifesto: Dear God Let This Be My (First and) Last
Somehow I always knew it would end up this way. Even as a little girl I had this threateningly ominous sense about the single thirty-something star of whatever Romantic Comedy was being imposed upon me at the moment. I feared being her – the perpetual ‘party of one’ at friend’s weddings – and yet I just knew I had no choice but to succumb to my fate. I hated the idea of having kids when I was … [Read more...] about A Single Woman’s Manifesto: Dear God Let This Be My (First and) Last