There is nothing I love more than my ritualistic morning walk outdoors. I make it a point to avoid screens and other distractions, opting to walk in silence, or with my favorite meditation playing in the background. My morning walk is a gift to myself: the quiet of the morning breeds creativity, calm, and allowsContinue reading “Mindful Movement”
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Harnessing Your Inner Child
I fondly recall the lazy summers which consisted of my sister and I brewing elaborate potions on the back porch of our house. My mother would come home to the stench of grass, rhodedendron leaves, and rain water, all mashed up into a mystery concoction that we professed was magical. Though it seems foolish now,Continue reading “Harnessing Your Inner Child”
Drinking Your Morning Tea Mindfully
This morning, I woke up, and as I always do every morning, I made my bed, brushed my teeth, and stepped outside. For me, my morning routine consists of going for a 10-15 minute walk around the block, soaking in as much sunlight as I can, and truly trying to be present with my naturalContinue reading “Drinking Your Morning Tea Mindfully”
It’s my 19th birthday…
It’s my nineteenth birthday and I’m thinking about how I’ve never kissed a boy, or gotten drunk, or high—which is something that is normalized, but something I have no interest in. My sister says I need to “live a little more” but I wonder why we define living by the breadth of our experiences, insteadContinue reading “It’s my 19th birthday…”
The Sage Arrives Without Leaving:
The sage arrives without leaving:His feet carve tiny divots into the earthHis muscles ripple like a riverAnd his arms and legs are smooth and sturdyLike a banyan tree.He tells me stories with closed eyes and unmoving lipsWhy am I here? I ask him. He answers with silence. The sage arrives without leavingI exhume him fromContinue reading “The Sage Arrives Without Leaving:”
before i could remember
part 2 ~nine~ You watched yourself bleed, red blossoming against a manilla pillow. Your teacher walked you to the nurse’s office, where you cried tears of humiliation. Am I dying? You asked yourself. Am I dying? ~ten~ The year your grandfather passed away. ~eleven~ The year you thought you would receive your Hogwarts letterContinue reading “before i could remember”
before i could remember
part 1 ~nothing~ Something even the Greeks couldn’t understand. The pulsing of my mother’s womb—turbid and hollow; slick like the sound of a pallet struck against a gong. Empty. Pristine. It was like coming out of a vacuum where the white silence that cloaked you in the womb was drowned out by the obtrusive somethingness,Continue reading “before i could remember”
