I have a thing for habits, Which probably got accelerated by my studies in anthropology, and certainly by the lack of understanding of why I do the things I do. Human behavior, which is largely habitual behavior, endlessly fascinates me. I'm the kind of person who desperately wants to visit the parking lots along Dutch [...]
Dear Friend Who Shines like 10,000 stars, On Sunday my neurons were firing like mad and my attention span was that of a mosquito on crack.
14 and clueless, I had no idea why the caged bird sings, but Maya Angelou seemed to, so I started reading and never stopped. Her stories expanded my world considerably and ingrained in me the importance of virtue. Of dignity. And maybe most of all, a sense of inner freedom. Or at least its possibility.
Last week, I had an innerpreneur-relapse on social media. For some years now, my country is divided over a traditional holiday called Sinterklaas, a Santa Clause predecessor that delivers gifts to children that have been good. He’s assisted by a persona called zwarte Piet, ‘black Pete’, whose historical roots prove no mystery when you consider Holland’s pivotal role in the Trans-Atlantic slave trade from the 16th through 19th century.
Innerpreneurship is a tribal thing for me. Nothing to keep me going than other people working their lives from the inside out. In this section I introduce you to the innerpreneurs that inspire me. ____________ There are different types of innerpreneurs - like there are different types of people. Some of them are goal oriented [...]
Remember telling me about things that happen to your body past 40? Nobody warns you was what you said? I was ambivalent to be initiated, but somehow ever since our conversation, I’ve felt more prepared for the moment I find my first grey pubic hair, and when that day comes, I’ll think of you, my friend.
G-sparkle-dog! That’s your gangster name. You can name me. Then we need a name for our gang. And of course, we’ll need a handshake, and either satin or leather jackets embroidered with our name and logo too. So, we also need a logo. And a mascot. Okay?
Dear Kate, Remember when we first met? On retreat in France with our fabulous writing teacher — in silence and surrounded by things simmering in that silence? You wore cowboy boots and marveled at the rain — because Arizona hardly sees any.
Het voelde als een bevrijding. Ineens werd het doel van mijn leven zichtbaar: om kittig en stijlvol oud te worden, alles lekker laten hangen en met bevriende stellen de avonden lachend door te brengen achter een cosmopolitan in de entertainmentbar in dit hotel in Torremolinos. Want waarom ook eigenlijk niet?
The first in a series of essay I'll be writing for The House of Yoga on the poetry and Buddhism. Kicking off with Mary Oliver's 'in blackwater woods' and the Four Noble Truths.
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