the blankless page.

i stare at the blinking bar on the white page. thoughts flourish, rushing quickly through the spaces of my mind. emotions run wild, not strong enough in their own singularity to overcome the others.  words rise up and fall back down, never lingering long enough to find a friend to stand beside. it’s not writer’s block,…

For the betterment of the people, by the people and for the people.

I was raised by an independent, empowered, business woman. And an equally independent, supportive, artistic father. They are highly intelligent, caring and unwavering in their passions. Whose opinions don’t always match up, as you can imagine, but who have also never fought in front of me, who stood united when things got tough – and…

Greatness

Today, I drove past a man on a corner in Detroit holding a sign that said “I see greatness in you!” And he looked in everyone’s windows as we went by and pointed right at us so we knew he meant us. He didn’t know who we were, what we were going through, where we…

A letter on humanity

Warning: this post contains optimism. 😀 Sitting in a small cafe this morning, listening to french music over the loud speakers, I came across this letter from E.B. White to a man who had lost faith in humanity. I don’t know what the other letter said but I thought this captured such great truth about…

Detroit’s Disneyland

“The world is but a canvas to our imagination.” – Henry David Thoreau. In #Detroit, there is a place called #Disneyland that was created in someone’s backyard. The music doesn’t play and the lights don’t turn on anymore but this amazing soul understood that you can make anything you dream come to life. With a…

the in-betweens

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been fascinated with the “in between” places. The places that aren’t quite your starting point, and definitely aren’t the finish line. The ones that you just sort of stumble upon and find yourself in. The ones that you sometimes wish looked different or felt different or just…

The sound of heartbreak

The sound of heartbreak Is silence. It’s a trap door With a person shouting, down beneath. It’s the sound of a whirring fan That blocks the cries of pain, Or the running of water As it drowns the jagged sobs. The sound of heartbreak Isn’t very loud. But if you listen closely, You can hear…

Teleportation or bust.

If I had a super power, teleportation would be it. (Or selective mind-reading, but that is beside the point.) Being able to teleport would save time and money. It would prevent emotional instability and loads of mental breakdowns, road rage and traffic accidents. Not to mention – I could go anywhere in the world in the…

Resting bitch face begone.

On day 9 – I sat down to meditate and I once again began by observing each sensation. The practice had progressed, and now we just had to concentrate on the areas of intensity. While I scanned my body, I noticed some tension in my back. As I moved my mind forward, I felt it…

And then frustration.

Days 5-7 were pretty much the same. And by same, I mean a major fucking struggle every single second. I didn’t understand. After reaching such a high in my meditation practice the day before, how could I go back to such gross pain? It was like the moment never happened. Mentally, I felt strong. Sharp….

yoga noobie.

When I was in college, I did yoga for the first time. I arrived at the local studio early, not sure what to expect. The door had a sign asking people to use noble silence as a class was being taught on the other side of the beautifully carved door. I wasn’t sure what noble…

Am I meditating? Or half sleeping?

On day 4 – I observed the sensations as I slowly concentrated on each individual part of my body. I sweated and itched and fought through the morning, struggling to calm my mind, accept my suncaras as they arose and fully practice Vipassana. After lunch, the teacher checked in with each person, asking how well…