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When you meet the Buddha
There is an old zen koan, a paradoxical riddle to move out of the logical brain and invoke enlightenment. When you meet the Buddha on the road, kill him. And I'm kind of loving it right now.
It’s the Dirt that’s Dirty
This was my first time living in India. It was a typical story of going to study yoga, philosophy and sanskrit. I was like a dry sponge, soaking up everything I could. I felt thirsty for anything that might bring me closer to God, and I was searching for the answers everywhere else but myself. At the time I was looking for ways to make myself better. Growth was synonymous with criticism.
Chasing the mystical
The mystical offers us the chance to see that life is so much more than what we can see and touch. It gives us a glimpse behind the veil; an opportunity to feel how vast and how interconnected we actually are. We touch in on our own capacity for joy and wonder. We see the world from a different perspective and we know we're ok within it.
Running as a spiritual practice
I have always hated to run. In fact, until recently, I had never run longer than 200 meters voluntarily. I would scoff at other’s and their need to run. Their claims to a “runner’s high”. But recently, after a few breakthrough moments (see #1), I kept hearing the call to start running. And the transformation that has happened has been profound and a complete surprise.
How I Learned to Accept Myself
I’ve been hard on myself most of my life. As a perfectionist, I learned at an early age that I needed to do things the “right” way in order to gain approval. And so I did just that. It was what I always knew, and it worked for me through my time in school. But at a certain point, as I began to navigate my adult life, there was an underlying feeling of unease when I would acknowledge my constant stream of self-judgment.