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Acceptance,
Eckhart Tolle,
Energy,
Fear,
Intention,
Life Lessons,
Love,
Marriage,
Shame,
Spirituality,
Yoga
by Shannon Lell
The first draft of this essay was written in early October. I stopped writing it because I did not fully understand what I was trying to say. It started as a revelation of one of my most shameful coping mechanisms. I stopped myself from going...
Grace.
It was the word the yoga instructor asked us to think about moments before starting our 90 minute practice on Thanksgiving morning. This annual, Thanksgiving class is free, but donations are accepted to benefit a nonprofit organization and this year it was Yoga Behind Bars....
I hate the word victim. To me, it evokes feelings of helplessness, weakness, passivity--of being life's doormat. All of these things stand in antithesis to how I see myself. I consider myself someone who takes control of their life. Someone who takes responsibility and makes...
A fuse that led to the fate of the rest of my life was lit and burned for five helpless minutes. In the sixty seconds that followed those five minutes, it reached its target and detonated my heart inside my chest. Now, I will never...
I believe in Karma.
The word Karma comes from Eastern religions such as Hindu and Buddhism. The literal translation is "action" or "deed," but it is understood as that which causes an entire cycle of cause and effect. Although its origins are ancient, it has been...
I have never written a book review, but because I loved this book by so much, I am inspired to write this.
Dani Shapiro grew up as an only child in an orthodox Jewish home in New Jersey. Her reserved, devout father died in a tragic car...
I love cemeteries. In one of my college media classes I was given an assignment to create a video using the principles of visual composition. I chose to shoot it at a cemetery that didn't allow head stones. The barren, rolling hills dotted with vases of flowers made...
There are two beliefs that flow like an undercurrent beneath all the stratified layers of anxiety in my life.
The details of our pasts make up the individual patches in the quilt of our lives and those patches are vital to the patterns we create in our future.
And...
I loathed high school. I maintain that it was the worst, four, consecutive years of my life. I also forged some of the most important friendships during that time with some of the most outrageous memories. College was okay. Most of time I felt bipolar. One minute I was partying like...