oh. my. buddha.

Author’s note: This is part 1 of a series. It is based on my experiences and observations of Vipassana and does not encompass every aspect of the practice. It is not religious. It is solely reflective of me and my mind. That being said, it contains foul language and is slightly offensive. And by buddha…

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…

call me crazy.

my story doesn’t start here. no, as a matter of fact, i would say the story started six months ago – but that also isn’t true. the truth is that this story began long before I ever realized it. but you’ll learn about that. for now, we’ll start here. in one month, i plan to…