The Morning Before (arriving at Burning Man 2012)

It took until morning to realize what she’d done. For the gravity of this leap to fully settle. She had spent hours and hours planning and packing, booking flights and cars, researching and learning how to survive on the playa, had coordinated all the details like the pro-organizer she was, and not once had she…

the city of never enough

The first part of her to feel home was her feet – her soles recognized the familiar way the wood felt both cool and warm, sticky and smooth. As she put her feet to the floor in the morning, from the bed, from the room she used to own, she felt what it feels to…

In dreams we are renewed

Waiting to board, she looked up through the airport windows. Her eyes met the fog, now an old familiar, but no less unique or magic. She rested on its wisps and mystery, let the beauty seep from the folds of mountains, through her pupils and through her skin, to wrap her heart in its embrace….

ThetaHealing at the Airport

Traveling has to be hard. That was the thought that had been circling my head all morning, with the faint buzz of a fly that goes unnoticed at first. Now I’m standing in the Qantas check-in line, which hasn’t moved much in the last hour. With every minute that passes, the tension mounts, as air-bus…

Lost and Found

Perhaps life is just one long succession of getting lost and being found. She asked him “what are cities for?” – a question that confused her even in the formation and asking of it. But he understood completely, if not the literal meaning, then what she was getting at – the heart behind it. They…

What will it take to know my heart?

…and other musings about work… It felt like paralysis, like suffocation, like a stifling weight was placed on my chest every time I even thought about thinking. My procrastination bone is so clever, however, that it distracted me from all of that for weeks. If I just did something else, I could ignore those sensations….