Food for thought

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who…

Laws of nature

Have you ever seen a leopard prowl slowly through the darkness? sneak upon its prey in subtle silence While the moonlight glistens Yet hides it’s speckled skin It thrives in comfort Under the dark black sky Have you seen the antelope run? Softly and swiftly to hide from the lurking unknown Aware of its presence…

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,…

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…

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….

a game called let’s not succumb to heat exhaustion.

On day 3 – I observed the sensations forming on the smaller triangle around my nostrils and upper lip. Not unlike the first two days, I also observed the gross pains in my legs, and the pins and needles tingles vibrating through my feet as the numbness expanded beyond my ankles. Another thing I observed…

the long con.

i look like a sweet, innocent girl. i look naive and young. really young. in fact, since arriving almost a week ago, i’ve been told 5 times that i look no older than 20. to which i reply that i’ll be turning 27 this year only to see dropped jaws and wide eyes. (thank you…

got to jet.

as i waited to board the plane – the first of three in a 12-hour period – in the dingy, gray and dismal hall, I could see my breath as white as a ghost as I exhaled. I thought to myself, “the cold is almost behind you.” It wasn’t going to be long – 27…

a note to concerned friends

Telling people you’re quitting your job, packing up your life, living out of a backpack and moving across the world – always illicits a number of strong emotions and reactions. Mostly, you can see the fear slowly move into their eyes. Their words shout encouragement, but the fear lingers in the silence between pauses, between…

my goodbye weekend.

I was once told, “Try and surround yourself with positive, happy people. People who won’t bring you down and you’ve got half the battle won,” he said. I wasn’t prepared. This weekend was a blur. A blur of beautiful faces and souls, all coming together to say goodbye to this leg of the journey. It’s…

time to quit.

It was a Monday afternoon when I realized it had to happen right then. I had to quit my job an entire month earlier than I planned. At 2:45, the president of my company had just offered me a trip to Boston to attend a social media conference. He needed to know by the end…

the four-month agenda

the four-month agenda is fluid. it isn’t limited by booked hotel rooms or fixed flights, busses or trains. it doesn’t have an itinerary that can’t be changed or thrown out the window. it is free to evolve and morph and serve me as it should. a fluid agenda will allow me to wander and explore…