Is our technology filling in for what we might have encountered in the city? I feel like my computer has become a part of me and my day to day experience. The computer is like a magnet. If I am too far from it in the apartment, it’s like I have lost my connection to…… Continue reading The Lost Encounter
Focus. I used to be able to focus. Now… Think. I used to be able to think clearly and quickly. Now my brain is all jumbled. Focus. Forget. I used to never forget what I was doing. Now I keep forgetting what it was that I was going to do next. Focus. Write. I used…… Continue reading Focus.
Five minutes before yoga began, I read an email from my school’s Dean: “no large, in-person meetings or events (apart from classes) should take place through at least the end of April. For example, there will be no in-person Forum events, Quorum Calls, large alumni gatherings, or other activities that generally draw 100 or more people.” One of the most…… Continue reading Crying at a Dinner with Strangers
We are changing all the time. Not just our cells that make up our bodies, but our minds, our actions, our intentions. Deleting, adding, adjusting, staying the same… A few weeks ago, I attended an evening of philosophy that had numerous lectures, workshops and activities. I went by myself because I failed to recruit any…… Continue reading A Thousand Dimensions of Me
While I may seem like a very active person, I like to spend a lot of time in bed. I used to not think that one was supposed to spend time in bed unless you were ready to go to sleep (within 30 minutes, perhaps a bit of reading to get sleepy), but after living…… Continue reading Spending Time in Bed
Do you remember waiting every week for that new episode of Friends? Do you remember waking up on the weekend excited to watch your Saturday morning cartoons? We now live in a time where binge watching and consuming tv, media and news has become normal. It’s impossible to get on Facebook without reading the breaking…… Continue reading How About Just a Glimpse?
Last week, I was lucky enough to spend a few weeks at home with my parents and my 16.8 year-old dog, Sushi Isabelle Voss. While my parents worked, I stayed home with my, now very old, childhood dog. And, what struck me about my time with my “Sushi girl” was her hope. She was hopeful…… Continue reading Filling Up on Hope