“No Mud, No Lotus” -Thich Nhat Hanh I am still in disbelief as I look back over the last 11 or so years. I didn’t think I’d survive. Only very recently have I grown strong enough to embark on the deliberate path of wiping off the mud. I’m smiling, beyond grateful for the fortitude and support that carried me through what felt like perpetual drowning … Continue reading Crawling Out of the Mud
For the past few years specifically, living in my body has often felt horrific. I craved an escape from managing this chronic illness, clawing my way to any semblance of stability or calm throughout the day, only to realize that by clinging, the intensity of my discomfort grew. The world of healthy people with nine to fives, walking their dogs after work before heading out … Continue reading When Everything Is stripped Away: What Remains?