This is a post about exposing ourselves to the foreign. I hope the image that I chose gives you an idea of what it felt like for me to explore the gorgeous and foreign Beatles Ashram in Rishikesh, India. But anyways, let’s get to it! What is foreign? I live in Lebanon, moving to India […]
So sit with me now over this half full cup of coffee and tell me, are you merely surviving or are you relentlessly exposing your naked self to the vast world of purpose, pain and passion?
We ought to live like stars floating in a dark universe, we ought to collide with one another and implode like big bangs dispersing love and light and sheer tragedy into nothingness; only to experience rebirth in form, spirit and depth again and again.
Let’s face it, it is impossible to live life without experiencing any form of pain. Pain is a part of living as much as love and joy and fear. When we talk about the inescapable nature of living with one pain or another we must also consider healing. Healing is not the reversal of pain. […]
A thousand rivers can flow seamlessly beneath your feet, and you could still manage to find and count the rocks that are in the water’s way. The river doesn’t mind and the rocks have no qualms with their position but you do. You cannot but want the rocks out of the river, by its side […]
I am in a foreign country, during a worldwide pandemic, with uncertainty at the heart of everything and it plays itself out like a surreal low budget movie. Now what? What can I possibly retrieve to push through and accept this experience?
The notion that difficulty is a good enough deterrent to living the life we deserve is self-defeating.