Recipe for success
My best guide in life is a mixture of joy and terror. These feelings, when woven together, produce a powerful sense of aliveness and purpose. Without the joy, what’s the point? And without the terror, how can I grow and expand? These are the feelings I can always recognize as the threshold to an expanded consciousness. I felt this way before I chose to move to the place I now call home, when I applied to graduate school to go after my dreams, when I first adopted my dog-baby Dilly, before...
Read MoreOpening up to welcome in the world
I consider privacy to be a favorite luxury. I currently enjoy a life of independence, a supporting role behind the scenes, a hermitage of clandestine study. I love this life. I love the attention I can give to reading, sleeping, meditating, writing, and walking my dog. I love the relationship I have cultivated with myself. And, I also want a life of love and healthy relationships. My desire for a vibrant relationship trumps my desire to have my home to myself, and so, I recently opened up...
Read MoreHow to harness your fears
Sleeping alone in the wild, one comes face to face with fears. Namely, the fear of creatures in the night. Routt National Forest is home to bears, mountain lions, scorpions, and rattlesnakes, all of which I was acutely attuned to during my three night solo in the woods. Before my cohort and I set out for our own solo adventures, we shared what these fears looked like with the group. Many expressed the fear of being alone in the dark, and the fear of encountering a wild animal. I was...
Read MoreHeart of Danger
Desire is a wall that separates the body from the self. My desires painted a picture for my future, stroked with rich and deeply diverse brushstrokes of brightly colored hope. Yet currents of convention swept me back into the black and white boundaries of habitual tradition, keeping me from realizing the full spectrum of my potential. Fear contained me in a cycle of questioning and stagnation, held “safe” within the walls of boxes. Like a stash box ballerina, my toe danced on a single axis...
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