You’re in the labyrinth and you have 13 hours to solve it. Dance the tango of life and death and do it like a goblin king or a badass damsel in a romantic dress. This life should explode with meaning. Fill the shadows with as much light as you can muster. And leave a blazing trail.More
You meet them sometimes. The crazy ones. The ones that that seem to you more alive than you have ever been on a frenzied day. They know exactly what to do with their lives. Fired up with a love for something, someone, and they are tireless, and full. As though propelled by life itself. And that thing that consumes them has taken root so deeply that they have built their lives around it.More
Promote the self. Reveal the beloved. Who gets to devour truffles in Turin? Ever sunbathed on miles of white sand with no tourists? Extra-ordinary. Outside the humdrum of everyone’s existence. And you can’t help but share.More
A few weeks ago I had to explain myself at the dinner table. Someone had exclaimed how I’ve managed to throw away potential and a promising career, to settle for housewife in the boondocks. Imagine where I could be, had I held on at the country’s most prestigious law firm. But having no propensity for […]More
I love the dark hours of my being. My mind deepens into them. There I can find, as in old letters, the days of my life, already lived, and held like a legend, and understood. Then the knowing comes: I can open to another life that's wide and timeless. -Rainer Maria Rilke
Our narrative should be about awakened compassion. Rage, aggression, condemnation, or finger-pointing, this is not our story. Terror leads us to the temptation of condemning others, with yellow armies and fist-fights, with proving who is right and who is wrong. Darkness cannot cast away darkness. Hate cannot cast away hate. How can evil be the necessary path to crime free streets? We need to cease hunting and make our way searching for truth and social justice. We need to desist critiquing the absence of humanity in others, and then unearth our own capacity for empathy and compassionate action.More
Heinous crimes and shadowy worlds: they loom large but stay veiled and far removed from me that I can stay put, carry on being and life goes on.
But what am I to do, when the world shifts and it shifts in epic proportions and I am the small, helpless spectator who only wakes up, attends meetings, and sips coffee while she writes?
You know how it is when the only thing on the table is bitter gourd? And you don’t eat gourd. And so you gulp it down with water, and then put on a false front, that lingering taste still in your mouth?
Well that’s how I feel about the president elect. I am without choice except to graciously accept that this is what’s on the table, and I’ll have to shove it down my throat the next 6 years. And yet, I am willing to hang around. Sit. Sometimes, it takes more than just a bite to have a taste for something.