One of the most distinct memories in my life was returning home from a 10k shopping spree with a sugar daddy at Bergdof Goodman Department store in Las Vegas. As I gazed around my space, I realized I had everything I thought I wanted my entire life. I had the
A few years ago I was in a women studies class at Naropa University and felt oddly numb as we talked about race, gender, and sexuality. There was nothing I wished for more than to overflow with emotion- but there was nothing. I knew the numbness was intelligent and it
Methodology The methods I employed for my research were: interviews, informal interviews, participant observation, attending a Buddhist seminar and retreat, and readings. Motivation and altruism were the key words I focused on during many conversations I had throughout the research period. My research went better than I could have planned.
I was a twenty three year old girl with a very lost soul on Christmas evening of 2013. I believed I was the Christian Loubtion red bottoms I wore, the Chanel bag I carried, and the amount of money in my bank account. I believed my purpose was to please
Most teachings we hear about faith encourage us to focus on the light/ believe in what is not yet seen, engage imagination, have fun until it what you desires comes into fruition, and practice gratitude. Let me introduce myself, I am a light worker and shadow worker🖤I believe we absolutely
When I was about six months into my sober recovery I was in the shower experiencing a panic attack. My mind felt as if it had sharp claws and kept screaming the most vulgar intrusive thoughts one could possibly think of. I felt like I was suffocating. I began to
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 freaking messaging me. I don’t want to talk to you. I don’t want to be helpful. G dammit I want to throw this thing across the room.” The shame spirals begin.
Knife sensations gashing through my stomach line. Ouch! It’s the fifth day of the ten day vipassana meditation retreat and the thoughts arising are, “When in the world are these stomach pains going to dissipate? I am not even eating that much here! Should I not eat lunch? Am I