The Nourished
And it seemed that everyone I walked and ran by that morning was smiling, as if to cheer the world on, and welcome in the subtle stirrings of their own inner revolution.
(Slowing Down)
And so I sat by the river, with its increased algae count and floating fish, the side of which made my eyes grow big in thinking about them swimming around […]
So what about compassion?
So what about compassion? It became the engineer I found at the hotel, who told me I had no coolant or engine oil, who bought my dinner and glass of […]
The words, the writing
And so when I arrived late the first day, the Tribe was standing in an enclosed circle that parted ways to welcome me in. My appreciation of my own resilience […]
Roads
As I drove over the roads that led me to the workshop the next day, my tires were hugging the curve of the road underneath an openness of sea, sky, […]
The Search
And I think sometimes we are all just searching for who we already are. I sat there that night, on an hour and fifteen minute cab ride, to my left […]
Arriving
I was leaving Boston because I needed texture. Something to hold onto again. Running towards the desire for authentic speech, words flowing up through a throat taught with streamlined and […]
Taking Flight
And then there are the times where our travel plans are still not perfect and we continue on anyway. Adapt, reroute, readjust to move forward into our own manifest destiny. […]
Spaces
And so maybe the reality is that is life feels uncomfortable and confusing, we know we’re doing it right. I was elated, relieved, partially skin-satiated in anticipating my journey to […]
Hush {Poetry}
And then I sang, and they listened In a room where the faint smell of cigarettes lingered above a muggy June carpet and outside, wet pavement breathed underneath red taillights, […]
Lindsey O'Neill 