Unfurl / Shiny I’ll reiterate what I said last night, “OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!” Watching Incubus in concert last night was so very very awesome. I think it’s the third time I’ve seen them in concert? So good. This post might get a little meander-y, as I want to touch on two components of… Continue reading Incubus in Concert! (“Unfurl” / “Shiny”)
Hello, Frameshifters. I’m challenging myself to write more. Welcome to my first #postaday post! I perused a couple threads and fell on what I think is a fitting topic, an amalgam of entries for this new challenge: self-esteem. Let’s start with the basics. self-esteem (n): confidence in one's own worth or abilities; the esteem in… Continue reading Self-esteem and Satisfaction (What is substandard?)
When I was growing up, I was fairly soft spoken. OK, maybe that’s not accurate. I was shy. OK, well, maybe I was afraid to be my loud inner-self? None of this is quite right. Let’s start over. Won’t Someone Please Think of the Ants?! One sunny afternoon, in my backyard, around 5 years of… Continue reading Indelicate? Me?
On this Easter Sunday, I wanted to start a conversation about something I have been thinking about for years. It all started with the movie Dogma, in which the thirteenth apostle, Rufus, says “I think it’s better to have ideas. You can change an idea. Changing a belief is trickier…” I thought, Hmmm… What would… Continue reading Living a Life without Belief
On this momentous International Women’s Day, with protests happening all over the world surrounding reproductive rights, the wage gap, and systemic misogyny, I wanted to post about something I have been thinking about off-and-on for a while now. There is a continuing debate that sounds incredibly grammatical, but is in fact credibly philosophical, and is… Continue reading Are You the Subject or the Object? (The difference is spirit.)
So, I have this technique for when I am upset about something. I ask my Ego* to shift from my head to my heart, and then from my heart to my gut. I actually FEEL it shift, and feel amazing relief. I'd like to teach you this technique, but here is the catch: I identify… Continue reading Shifting the Ego
It has been a fascinating last 48 hours. Yesterday, I turned 38. Thirty-eight. Three decades plus eight years. Nearly forty. Four zero. Forty. Now, normally I wouldn’t say this is a big deal -- in the past, whenever people asked me, “It’s your birthday! How do you feel?” I would always say, “One day older,”… Continue reading Aren’t I Too Young to Have a Mid-life Crisis?