Entries tagged with “Personal Essay”
What do we do when facing what appear to be insurmountable challenges of our time?
What does a meaningful friendship look like and do you value it when it comes along?
An excerpt from Kale & Caramel by Lily Diamond
A self-described mother martyr goes on a solo journey and rediscovers the value of her own joy.
Those who have deeply suffered know the only way to attain authentic and lasting contentment is to turn our hearts outward in service to those who are suffering. Here are two stories…
“Someday,” I promised Iris, unable to completely quell my bourgeois roots, “I will take us there in grand style.” It didn’t happen like that.
A memoir beyond words. . .
Love HurtsBuddhist Advice for the HeartbrokenBy Lodro RinzlerShambhala PublicationsThis book, by 34-year-old author and meditation teacher Lodro Rinzler, had an unusual genesis: fo…
Discovering yoga and embracing the constant transitions that come with the practice.
Excerpt of It’s Not Yet Dark
One man’s story of the evolution of God
Adapted from Holy Spokes: The Search for Urban Spirituality on Two Wheels
And see what it feels like to be the author of your own spiritual beliefs.
Find out What Happens When You Say, “I’ll Take This Watch”
How a Trip to the Land Down Under Shifted My Perspective from Hole to Whole
Dying is itself a time, a space, and process of surrender and transformation.
Within the quietness of mind you hear a kind of deeper process, a deeper wisdom.
My 5-Week, $500 Vacation from Anxiety
Gratitude for the sisterhood at a Tibetan Buddhist Nunnery
(And Other Lies I’ve Loved)
On Soaking Up Joy, Pure and Simple
A close encounter with a powerful force of nature gives writer Steve Lewis a new perspective on his regrets.
I grew up in a suburban neighborhood in Sacramento, California. I was always fascinated to go next door to our neighbor's, an older couple, who had the exact same house as us, but …
I thought a lot about Gladys’s comment, secretly hoping I could avoid dying from the head down or the feet up…
When our inner critic oversteps its bounds, pause with true reflection and rest in your radiance.
Drawing from the wisdom of spiritual teachers, writer Emma Pearse focuses on healing herself to heal the world.
Book excerpt from Be More Tree by Alice Peck
When you take control, you break fear’s spell. The concept is simple, but is difficult to accomplish because fear is the ultimate enabler. I saw that clearly when I went blind.
Perhaps the hardest pose—and greatest enlightenment—is to sit comfortably.
To come to know and to make sense of and to share our stories is not an act of selfishness, but an act of growth, healing, and ultimately, generosity. But what is a writer to do with a violent story she cannot narrate—when it’s her own?
The author of the best-selling memoir Riding in Cars with Boys was a self-described “East Coast cynic with a rich vein of sarcasm” when she began visiting Virgin Mary apparition sites for an NPR documentary. She was also in trouble. The deeper she delved into her fascination with Mary, the more she found her life changing.
Finally visiting my old friend, a murderer who plea-bargained for life without parole.
Maybe it is a substitute for the psychedelic mind-altering drugs of the Sixties.
A sociology professor records her experiences.
The shop owner motioned toward the back of the shop.
I picked up my mother early on an April morning last year to begin her birthday celebration. She was ready and waiting dressed in a gay blue-green polyester blouse with neat …
Reflections on the journey of our feet
"With the snow falling and wind howling, I stand up with certainty and clarity. I meet myself on top of the mountain. I celebrate the energy of my life."
One woman's journey with Rheumatoid Arthritis has served as a spiritual blessing and teacher.
Exploring the Healing Energies of Music
Columnist Mark Nepo shares his field notes on living and insights found in his lifelong conversation with the Universe.
Beneath all our noise and trouble, the secret of life is waiting to be discovered, the way a pearl grows in a shell at the bottom of the ocean long before the diver enters the water.
When we find each other stranded, the exercise of compassion demands that we interrupt our lives to return each other to our own true nature
Making amends can help loosen the weight of the past.
Could you teach a peace-loving and exquisitely sensitive animal to carry you across a battlefield into enemy fire? What would that teach you? A true story…
A soon to be mother asked me what prayers she could do for the child in her womb. It brought me back to my days as a pregnant lady. There was a sensation of something incredi…
“What should we call you?” I tell them my name is Julie, but they can call me whatever they want.
Do they want to call me Rabbi Pelc? I don’t feel like Rabbi Pelc. It sounds like someone old, someone wise, someone male. Many of my colleagues would choose to be Rabbi Julie, a nice compromise. But this begs the question — if I were a man, even a male student, would I still flinch when they called me Rabbi? Or would I shyly smile, knowing the title will be mine soon enough?
Lessons learned while staying with Hare Krishnas at an ashram in Argentina.
Sometimes by doing nothing, we can be everything.
Tips on mastering the solo journey
On the morning I found I didn’t have the energy to walk over to the horses…
Excerpt from Upstream: Selected Essays by Mary Oliver
A meditation on creating a civil society
Adapted from In a Different Key: The Story of Autism
Yes, it is true, we make mistakes. I have made plenty and as my husband often reminds me—it’s alright! In fact, he says I'll probably and we'll probably keep making mistakes. It is…
As children, we were one with each moment—crying one moment, laughing the next— always intensely present and going along with the flow of being. As a result, we had an …
Spiritual practice begins with healthy engagement of the mind.
My definition of a drug is any substance which alters your senses. I include alcohol and marijuana in addition to hard drugs. The following thoughts are a conversation I fantasize having with some of my friends who practice yoga and meditation and use drugs.
In a public place thousands of miles from here, a stranger identified me as someone who lives in the same town as himself.I happen to hate this town, where the person behind you in…
In the last two issues of S&H, I’ve written two articles. This is the one that was trying to get out…
Sometimes, relationships take a few tries to stick.
A lesson learned: be true to yourself and to be grateful for who you are.
When I was twenty-one, my grandma was bedridden and needed full time care. She was worried that the lady living with her and taking care of her was crazy and asked us to get someon…
For Reasons You Don't Understand
I grew up in a household of teetotalers. The only alcohol anyone in my family drank was at the altar during communion—until the church switched to grape juice. Despite my par…