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When The Dust Settles

A month goes by quickly and I’ve experienced so much these past weeks that I have been unable to bring myself to write a public post. Every feeling felt too raw, every decision too fleeting, and reason was nowhere to be found.

As is life though, everything eventually starts to settle, at least until the next ride. I’ve had a hard time defining the heart of this post because there is so much that I’d like to share but still too in the midst of it all to be clear, so hang in there with me if subjects veer in multiple directions.

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A Post for Veterans’ Day

Approximately 22 veterans commit suicide each day.

There are mystical moments when bonds form instantaneously upon meeting. After exchanging a couple of sentences, you feel the rapport. Maybe it’s because she thinks your nonsensical jokes are actually funny, or because you share the same netflix queues; whatever the reason, it becomes one of the easiest connections you’ve made and it grows quickly.

With him, a fit blue-eyed young veteran, it was the words he used, how he used them, and his eagerness to find the punchline in everything. We spoke the same language. There was a mutual understanding that fueled a sense of home and closeness. That security eventually led to an invitation to the space inside of us that we tend to keep closed off to the outside world.

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La Alegria Nace del Pueblo; Happiness is born from the village

I attended a sold out concert earlier this week for a famous Mexican singer. Not surprisingly, the lines to enter the concert were long. The organization to enter the venue was lacking and direction was not clear. Usually when this is the case, chaos occurs, so I braced myself for the pushing and shoving that typically follows in these instances.

But, instead, I saw men and women making room for elders to slip by, people encouraging others to cut in front of them so they could be reunited with friends they’d separated from, conversations among strangers who were quickly becoming friends: there was a community forming in the open space.

A community.

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Adventures in hpynotherapy inside churches without religion

Disclaimer: This post is an anomaly from my previous posts and is more centered around sharing the internal transition that ‘doing’ is provoking for me.

I attended an event, not even sure that’s the right word to describe it. In my attempt to ‘do,’ to push my boundaries in order to clarify which ones I want to keep and which ones I’d like to release, I walked inside a sanctuary for the arts. The building structure reflects everything that a church resembles, but once inside the setup offers a different type of healing. It plays with lighting, meditation pillows cover the floor, a big stuffed tiger is on stage…it is quite the scene.

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And It Carried Me Home…

Some experiences one carries home, and others surprisingly carry one home.

I spent a couple of evenings earlier this week walking my beloved streets of San Francisco talking to homeless veterans. The volunteer project was aimed at matching highly vulnerable veterans with permanent housing and though the specifics, the stories, the illuminating details are all confidential – the experience of deep connection is not.

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On Meditation

About three years ago, I tried meditating for the first time. At that point in my life, I was not patient enough to deal with the uncomfortableness that it caused me. It didn’t feel right. It was too frustrating. I wasn’t sure that the payoff would be worth the effort. More than a handful of reasons not to carry on with the practice crossed my mind and I listened to them. Throughout the three years that  followed, I was surrounded by friends who described how meditation had positively impacted their life, mostly because they wanted to share, but also because they hoped it would motivate me to give it another go. But, if there is one thing that I have learned about my (some may say stubborn, I say authentic) self is that I do not act until I feel the necessity, which usually presents itself in a physical symptom…an urge to physically move. And once that shift hits, it’s with full force and accompanied by an abundance of self-discipline. Continue reading On Meditation