Milarepa is a revered Tibetan yogi who is known for his extreme determination and unwavering commitment to spiritual development. He went from being a murder to becoming enlightenment- in one lifetime. There was not a second of the day he was not focused on the dharma (the teachings of Buddhism).
Bitterness like a bee sting in the chest. Whole being contracted. Thoughts are ruminating while phone endlessly buzzes, “Stop fucking messaging me. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to be helpful. God dammit I want to throw this thing across the room.” The shame spirals begin.
Blade like gashes bleeding through my stomach line. It’s the fifth day of the ten day vipassana meditation retreat and the only thoughts I can think are, “When in the world are these stomach pains going to go away. I am not even eating that much here. Should I not
5 years ago I was a radically opposite human being. I only cared about my 10,000 limited edition ostrich hand bags and my 5 thousand dollar red bottom shoes. I stripped at the hottest club in Vegas and from the outside it looked as if I was living the dream.
Have you ever seen the exorcist? If so, do you remember the scene where she is projectile vomiting nasty green everywhere? Well, that is how my insides felt as I listened to this man Paul Bloom speak about how he is ‘against empathy’. The deeper I got into the research
Every morning I wake up with one purpose only, to do Divine will. I open these crystal blue eyes, get on my knees, and bring my palms together at my third eye center. My heart overflows with utter love and devotion. I can’t wait to get to know my true
February 14th, 2019. I woke up and the first thought that entered my mind was that I started dating my now ex-boyfriend around this day last year. I checked my phone to see a myriad of photos displaying couples gazing into one another’s eyes, captions reading, “Happy V-Day to the
I just arrived back in my cozy dorm room after a slow-flow yoga class in Rishikesh India. The blazing heat from the sun was creeping in through the ashram’s windows as I hopped in my bed and melted in a pool of tears and sweat. I laid on my bed
Oh shadow work! Everyone’s favorite work! The work that sparkles, shines, and has a pretty pink bow on top of it. The work that taste like skittles and rich molten lava chocolate melting in your mouth. Oh shadow work! If you can not tell, I am being super sarcastic. Shadow
I first want to clarify that I am a white-cis-hetero woman. I can not speak from the experience of all people. I will never be able to imagine or understand what it feels like to be in the skin of a underrepresented folk. When I share this wisdom about pain,