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Dried Herbs + a Dream
Sixteen year old Sun sat at a similar set up: four dust-loved concrete walls and a window with a sliver of the sunset smirking through. Smoke from her favorite incense stick unfurled into the air and filled the room with notes of citrus and sweet vanilla. Eyes closed and body centered, she followed along to an “Open Your Third Eye in 30 Minutes” guided meditation on YouTube. The low, heavy voice called her to focus on the midpoint of her forehead.
By Sun Sanchez Mena5 years ago in Humans
The Radical Rendezvous
Picture this: You’re invited to an exclusive event. A get-together with a small, curated guest list of strangers. Each of you has accepted the invitation with the promise of an off-the-wall, super social, ridiculously memorable experience; but the catch is, the event itself will remain a mystery until you get there. A few days prior, you receive a single clue: a quote from Mark Twain. “The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.”
By Nicole Utley5 years ago in Humans
The Summer Party
Here goes ' it's the summer party' again. The one I'm dragged along too every year. Like it or lump it. Until the clock struck eighteen minutes past the year two thousand and fourteen. A year when a ghost popped out of nowhere and turned the clock back. Then, I was hidden under a bed instead. Are you curious ? Come on inside this story to find out more.
By Black Dog Productions5 years ago in Humans
Breathing Books Because Beauty is Bound
What’s my passion, you ask? Books!!! Not just reading books but, all things book; including writing them. You see, when I was a little girl my Mormor (grandma) read to me almost every night. She read everything from Shel Silverstein to William Shakespeare to me. As I grew up I began reading all the books in the house, which was a lot. Looking back, I think I was drawn to books because there was less and less pictures the older I got; this meant my imagination could play out the scenes. No offense to Hollywood but sometimes they don’t properly convert a book to the silver screen.
By Kristen Renee5 years ago in Humans
Afternoon Tea: Claridge's
At about 4pm one day in 1840, Anna, The Seventh Duchess of Bedford, realised she was a bit peckish, poor thing. So she - oh, let's cut to the interesting bit: Afternoon Tea, invented by said Anna, is finger-sized sandwiches, scones, and tea to be eaten in the afternoon from china cups and plates. Also cakes. Lots of teeny-tiny, creamy, shiny, sweet and dainty cakes. It's an offering on the menu at all the best hotels and restaurants in the UK and it's very popular for obvious reasons (the reasons are the cake).
By Vicky Hill5 years ago in Humans
What is the "Dark Night of the Soul"?
“The “Dark Night of the Soul”” is an expression frequently used to describe a deep spiritual transformation where your focus starts to shift from ego to soul. For many, this is considered the beginning of their ascension to a higher realm of being and becoming closer to the Divine. It is also known as the Descension before the Ascension. Even though the word implies going back, i.e., descending, this really is a process of moving forward in your spiritual development.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior5 years ago in Humans
From Baking to Changing the Face of The Broken Music Industry
Well, you get the nickname, ‘The Baker’, and note the inverted quotations because you also flip the music industry like a pineapple upside-down cake. This is Carl Hitchborn’s journey in a nutshell. He’s a baker, turned innovator, turned music industry pro. And it all started when Carl realized, “no one in the music industry knows what they are doing.”
By Victoria Kennedy5 years ago in Humans
Tattoo as a Ceremony
Travelling on a flat plane can be disorientating, but travelling across a globe even more confusing, wouldn't you think? Anyhow, this is not the debate, the monologue here is about an argument I constantly and internally had when my dear birth mother commented to her margaritanese girlfriends, when I was at times invited to their Ubuntu inspired meet-ups, or community money-pool gatherings (I don't know how else to translate them from Indonesian), that -as proud a mother as she is, to her I am an attention-seeker. Although that is true (was mostly true at the time), a tattoo to me now is more than transforming my body into a canvas, rather, it is a ceremony.
By Onyx Tikal Sermet5 years ago in Humans
The Second, First Date
I was wearing my white dress, with the little pink flowers on it and puffy sleeves as I stood in the restroom at Charlie’s Bar and Grill, observing myself for the tenth time since getting ready. My date would be arriving in 15 minutes, so I wanted to make sure I looked perfect one last time. Touching my scar below my left eye, I wondered if I put enough makeup on to cover up the flaw. ‘Would he notice?’ Taking a deep breath, I gathered my new white Coach clutch off of the counter next to me. “You got this,” I whispered.
By Theodore Dembowski5 years ago in Humans
That Looks Like Me
I remember the first time I met Ty Allan Jackson and believe I always will. Please trust me when I say, you will never see a more bright and genuine smile. It was Third Thursday, a street fair in Pittsfield, Massachusetts, where local entrepreneurs set up booths to publicize and sell products. It’s the kind of event where one might evade eye contact with vendors in order to avoid high pressure or awkward interactions.
By Leah Parker5 years ago in Humans
