How to Be Angry — Ten Percent Happier

Ah, Anger. Learning how to work with this force of emotion is such an uncomfortable exploration, but without getting to know anger intimately we can drown in it (at least I can). Anger, like all feelings, isn’t “bad”. There is so much shame around feeling angry, losing our shit while enraged, and disappointment in succumbing to the rage monster. Shouldn’t I know better by now? Why is that person still getting to me when I have a list of legitimate reasons why I shouldn’t get swept away by this story anymore? Am I really getting worked up over the past or an imagined future? We question anger because it’s such an uncomfortable tidal wave that gives rise to even more unpleasantnesses: physical constriction, a clenching of the muscles, pounding of the chest, tightening of the throat, and however else each individual body holds it. Anger is held by the liver, and a sick liver cannot do it’s job. The rest of the body will eventually shut down without proper liver function. One of the best, healthiest, kindest things we can do for ourselves is to study our emotions and how they take up residence in our bodies. What goes in must come out, and if powerful emotional forces are never released we will grow sick. Vietnamese Zen monk Thich Nhat Hahn compares anger to a screaming child that needs to be soothed. A shrieking baby needs love, patience, and attention in order for it to calm down. In my experience, working with my strongest emotions and hindrances such as anger, doubt, and fear has provided such relief and freedom in knowing that I don’t have to be stuck and trapped in my feelings, and I certainly don’t need to feel shame around them. There is always what to be angry about, so it’s crucial to learn how to meet anger with skillful means and inner wisdom. Please let me know if this article speaks to you and if it’s helpful. Sharing information in this community gives me comfort that we are all in this together. I can know your anger because I know mine.


https://www.tenpercent.com/meditationweeklyblog/anger

Torch’d x Terez

Hey, Baby, what’s your sign?
Loving my Terez sports bra from the new zodiac collection! I actually can’t stand most athletic fabrics, they give me the willies. I swear this is the most comfortable and supportive bra I’ve ever worn. It fully held me in while I DJ’d like a maniac at the launch party in the Hamptons this week. It fit snugly without being too tight (which drives me and my girls crazy), and let me sweat profusely without it becoming soaking wet (ew). The neon zodiac design is awesome, and I love the message that inspired the line: we may all be born under different signs at different times but we are all deeply connected and share so much in common. Terez as a company is all about giving, community, charity, sisterhood, fun, and supporting one another. It’s a brand I’m proud to wear and proud to work for. This Capricorn Aquarius (I’m a cusp baby) will definitely get lots of use out of all my Terez pieces.

Act Your Age

The trajectory of my life has, in many ways, not been quite linear or typical (whatever that means). I was a wife at 20, a mother at 22, and didn’t start to even begin to contemplate DJing until I was 38. I love how this has worked out so far and I have zero regrets. I know so many people who look back at younger years as the funnest, most alive time they’ve ever experienced. That would scare the crap out of me, feeling that from here on out it’s all a predictable formula. I am constantly grateful to how my path has unfolded thus far. In so many ways I feel more youthful and alive than ever. Life is joyous, exciting, and a beautiful mystery if we allow it to be.
However, because I did in fact assume hugely adult roles at such a young age, which is extremely common in many religious spaces, I aged myself very early in terms of how I viewed most things. One such area where I held judgement towards myself and others was in regards to “age appropriate” clothing (this is a style post after all). My friend, Rachel, once said, “Why is everyone the self appointed Appropriate Police?”. The reasons why I didn’t feel I could wear, say, a bustier tube top when I was 28 are deeper and private, but let’s just say I’d never have worn this outfit when I was much younger in years. Never. Even if I wanted to, which I likely didn’t, I’d have thought that’s not what mothers wear. I distinctly being intensely uncomfortable 7 years ago while considering ripped jeans at Rag&Bone. I thought they were too slutty and definitely not age/mom appropriate. I did wind up buying them and I still love them, but at the time they felt extremely risqué. It’s like nothing was easy, everything had to be weighed and dissected. I also remember that when I first discovered Norma Kamali, I was horrified at some of the sexier pieces the salesperson showed me. As in aghast. She said her Brazilian clients ONLY wore such items, which made me realize that, hold on here, perhaps this is cultural and therefore not set in stone by the Appropriate Police. Perhaps it’s simply perspective, which means it can shift.
Fast Forward to right now, to these photos. I’m rocking a bustier tube top, purple feathered choker, and having the time of my life doing one of the things I love most. That hardened shell of fear, judgement, hesitation, and coloring outside imaginary lines cracked, uncovering a wellspring of inner joy and youth. I look, act, and feel years younger than I have since I was a teenager. Who decided that wearing what makes you glow is inappropriate? When I myself passed such verdicts it’s because I was jealous that I couldn’t/wouldn’t/shouldn’t. Thank god that’s over. Do I want to dress like I’m 12, of course not. I love being a 44 year old woman who carries herself with truth, dignity, light, sensuality, class, authenticity, strength, femininity, and physical embodiment.
Wear your playfulness and joy instead of wondering, where am I in my own life? You won’t get arrested and if you do, I’ll come bail you out.

7/4/2022

I’m having a tough time this July 4th weekend. The fireworks and festivities meant to celebrate freedom feel icky. How am I firing up the grill after reading about a 10 year old rape victim being denied an abortion? What is free about gay and trans right being supposedly next on the chopping block? When some 80 year old stranger with a penis feels he can decide what’s right and healthy for a nation of women and girls while the rest of the world looks on in horror and disbelief at our broken judicial system, I simply can’t roll with a frivolous pool party. I cannot even fathom what the Native American community must feel during these weekends in which the rest of us celebrate autonomy and independence. It’s the ultimate in gaslighting because it’s much easier and more comfortable for us to shove their pain, mistreatment, and trauma aside. Yay, hot dogs and cotton candy!
To clarify, I am a proud American. I love this country and get really agitated when people bitch and moan about how much it sucks, how they’re all moving to Canada the second something isn’t how they feel it should be (I have yet to see one person follow through with this). I have met many people from various counties across the world who came here for a better life. At least the ones I’ve spoken to seem to say the same thing: that Americans are spoiled, ungrateful babies who have no freaking idea how good they have it. You don’t like your president? Go try living in a war torn country where your father has to hide you in the basement when enemy soldiers come knocking daily to rape you (true story). Or how about living under constant fear of forced genital mutilation, or behind Russia’s Iron Curtain in the 80’s as a Jew living in terror of being imprisoned? The list of international active genocides, devastating economic crises, and religious persecution is long, just to name a few of the conditions that make daily life so painful and hard. Does standing on a bread line or working in a sweatshop at the age of 5 sound like a better alternative to living in the United States?? As political commentator Bill Maher says, the “giant dorm room bitch session in America” is pathetic, ignorant, and uninformed. There is a lot to be upset about right now, and there are also tremendous freedoms and rights we have as American citizens. Religious freedom is huge for me and my family, since as Orthodox Jews we know all too well what it means to be tortured and murdered for who we are. Freedom of religious practice should not be a privilege; it should be a god given right to any group. Sadly, this is not so in many countries where it’s extremely dangerous to practice chosen religion. There are countries with no job opportunities, zero basic safety, extreme poverty, cruel dictatorships, no basic education, zero dental care, and where small children must forgo any type of schooling to work to help support their families. The grass is always greener, and it pains me that so many Americans love to shit on their own lawn, as if that’s going to help. Anger can be very productive when it drives change. If it’s whining in a Starbucks for the tenth time that week…. chances are even Canada might ultimately be a disappointment. One of my pet peeves is when Olympic athletes who have strived their entire lives to win the ultimate prize, a gold medal on the American team, will throw some kind of tantrum as a Fuck You towards the same country they claim to represent, a country who has supported them in their road to competition. So you’ll take the Nike endorsement deal but this country sucks? Try throwing a hammer against a wall in Serbia
and see how that works out for you monetarily. I can’t stand the hypocrisy. It’s a complain and take mentality. It accomplishes nothing except to set a public example to perpetuate the aforementioned giant dorm room bitch session.

How can we mourn and express rage towards
serious current injustice while simultaneously being grateful for the blessings and freedoms we do have? It’s a tough one but we must find a way to make it possible. If not, we collectively drown in bitterness or denial, both of which are unhealthy, destructive options.

I have tremendous respect, admiration, and gratitude towards all our armed forces. Their sacrifice is tremendous. Anyone willing to risk their lives to protect the freedoms of others deserves a shit ton of fireworks and parades. Their bravery and sacrifice is all too real and even the most disillusioned citizen owes them a debt of thanks.

Last night I went to DJ for July 4th weekend. I wore my slutty American flag t shirt (I like to be on brand) and planned and played a great set. In the Uber there, I told the driver I was feeling conflicted about partying right now. Certain crucial things aren’t free right now, and it felt gross to pretend like everything’s fine when it’s so not. It’s really so not, and yet and yet and yet…
As I played music and observed the crowd enjoying themselves as they ought to, I was overcome with emotion at seeing folks enjoy the simple yet wonderful pleasures of hanging out, photographing the sunset, laughing, dancing, and being together. My heart flip flopped between heavy and happy as hearts will do. And when I can allow both those feelings to share space in that emotionally limitless organ in my chest, then I’ve hit a sweet spot where I can let it all be. This, dear Friends, is freedom. May we practice inner independence as a means to face external challenge, injustice, and pain. May we feel into our blessings as much as we feel into our hurt.

Oat Pancakes & Blueberry Compote

My daughter and her friends were my taste testers for this one. One friend said, “this tastes like Thanksgiving!”, a review I happily accept. These pancakes have no flour, and can easily be made vegan with egg substitute. They were a lovely brunch treat over July 4th weekend.

For 10-12 medium pancakes you’ll need:

2 cups old fashioned rolled oats
1/2 cup plain or vanilla Greek yogurt
2 large eggs
1/2 cup your choice milk
2 tbsp salted butter (I used vegan) melted and cooled
2 tbsp granulated brown sugar
1 tbsp vanilla
1 tbsp baking powder
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp kosher salt

Melt butter in microwave and let it mostly cool. Add all the ingredients to a blender, blending well. Let the mixture sit for 5 minutes to thicken. Grease a griddle (I used coconut oil spray) and heat to no more than medium. The key to pancakes is low and slow cooking. Add a tbsp of your choice of milk to the batter if it gets too thick during cooking. I use a small ladle to spoon my batter onto the griddle.

Blueberry compote:
2 1/2 cups frozen blueberries
2 full tsp orange zest
The juice of one orange
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/2 tsp ground cloves
1/2 cup water
1/4 sugar

Heat all ingredients in a small medium saucepan. Bring to a boil then reduce heat and simmer for 15 minutes until it thickens. I added a tbsp and a half of cornstarch mixed with some water to achieve my desired consistency. This compote works beautifully atop French toast, pound cake, cheesecake, yogurt, or ice cream. Optional garnish of extra orange zest (which I forgot to add before I took these pictures:).


Theresa Davis - What to Do When a Politician Tries to Fall into Your Vagina Feet First - YouTube

Overturning Roe v Wade is a tragic, traumatic, and terrifying ruling. I fear for every woman and young girl trapped in a situation in which they are seen as a voiceless, choice-less birth canal. What a sad, messed up time for our nation. Isn’t America supposed to stand for freedom?

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qnHatVGUdxg

Big Gay Ice Cream

In honor of Pride, I’m featuring one of New York’s most fabulous and delicious ice cream shops. What began as a seasonal food truck concept has evolved into an iconic chain of the sparkliest, most creative ice cream combos. My kids and I love visiting Big Gay Ice Cream for all the reasons. It’s always a fun experience that majorly satisfies that summer cold treat craving. Offering fresh ice cream sandwiches, milkshakes, incredible cone and shake flavors, and even non dairy popsicles, BGIC has something for everyone. I’m partial to the Dorothy seen below since she is my favorite Golden Girl. That Monday Sundae is calling my name though. There are several locations throughout the City, and it’s a must visit whether or not you’re local or visiting (especially if you’re visiting!). Enjoying simple, wholesome pleasures such as a delicious ice cream cone on a hot summer day will never get old. The lines at Big Gay Ice Cream are proof of this. In the midst of whatever else may be going on in the world (and at the moment there are many painful challenges we are facing as a country), exquisite comfort in the form of creative ice cream serves as a reminder that there’s always sweetness to be tasted as well.



Faith and Flow

I read the phrase “faith and flow” about a year ago and it’s been something I reach for when I need to self regulate in moments of uncertainty. “Flow” feels good to me, whether using it as a mantra or wearing clothing that supports that feeling. This flowy top has been a favorite for several years. It’s the perfect balance of fabric and exposure. Shoulders are a lovely body part to highlight, they’re always flattering to reveal. Embroidered detail on this gauzy top are an instant mood, and flowy pants or a long skirt is what I pair this with. Loose hair, some jewelry to accessorize, and sandals create an airy, natural look and feel. I love when glamour is effortless; ease is sexy to me.
The background in this room in my home is in one of my favorite areas. Bold black and white, and strong pops of turquoise and yellow with coordinating accents from Target and Home Goods. Since I often host guests in this space, I keep bright coffee table books about travel as a fun touch. Vibrant candles, bud vases, and coasters contribute to the welcoming, cheerful decor. When my guests are comfortable, I’m at peace.

Empire Rooftop

Proud to feature the fabulous spot where I’ve been spinning regularly, the Empire Rooftop. With gorgeous city views in the heart of the Upper West Side right across from iconic Lincoln Center, the Rooftop is the perfect place to grab a cocktail and enjoy delicious small bites while enjoying the sunset. Flatbread pizza, sliders, and truffle tater tots are just some of the yummy, fun offerings. The cocktail menu is super cute, too, as is the brunch selection. While I’m DJing I love observing the diverse crowd of locals and tourists. One of the reasons I’m in this business is to provide a soundtrack to folks enjoying themselves. DJ’s serve many purposes depending on what’s being asked of us, and here my job is to play great background music that patrons can chill to, dance to, relax to, or whatever their mood calls for. It’s such a thrill watching New York continue to get its groove back post covid, and I pinch myself that I get to do what I love in the greatest city in the world. Come say hi at the Rooftop and have a drink with me! I’ll perhaps honor your song request if you feed me tater tots.

Truth Bomb

On any journey it’s essential to have our tribe of teachers, supporters, truth pointer outers, and general assemblage of peeps who can objectively help us note our growth.  I am feeling more and more into accepting how to celebrate my own ever changing track record. In order for me to ground into what is, I often do a rewind of past turning points and crucial moments. The past always leads us to now, just as now is the first class lounge before boarding the plane to the next moment’s destination. While the present is the only true and actual reality, the past does have its place. Yes it’s gone but it was also the soil from which current trees grew. For many of us, myself included, accepting praise is sadly uncomfortable. It’s even more foreign when the celebration wants to emerge from myself. It’s no great mystery when someone has a hard time receiving positive feedback. If you can relate to this, please begin to gently explore what is blocking you from receiving. It’s one of the most important self inquiries we can ever get curious about, because it order to live a beautiful life we must be open to, and able to, receive. The gifts from the Universe cannot reach us if there are deep blockages that may stem from a core belief that we don’t deserve such generosity. To receive we must believe that what’s coming to us is truly meant for us, that we deserve all the love and abundance life has to offer. Additionally, when someone aims to celebrate us and we deflect/distract/or turn away from them, we are cutting off relationship. We aren’t listening to them or showing that their offering towards us is worthy of being absorbed and felt. It’s like someone offering a gift and the recipient instinctively throwing it back at them. Rude, right? Words are gifts as well and it’s important to learn the skill of gracefully receiving. Life is a constant dance of giving and receiving.
   The other day I was with my DJ mentor of 6 years, DJ Esquire. He and I were hanging out with two other DJ’s, one of whom was another of my very first teachers. I was explaining that prior to DJing I didn’t even own a laptop and had negative computer skills. I had no social media at all, could barely send an email, and never touched any equipment that wasn’t kitchen related. The story I told myself was that technology is foreign, complicated, and scary. Don’t press the wrong button or I’ll erase or ruin everything. At that time in my life it was a combination of a lack of interest and a visceral intimidation of what I couldn’t understand (and therefore couldn’t control). I was also telling them about the recent gigs I have had and what is coming up for me on the horizon. It was a cool moment when I was aware that my teachers were now colleagues; just a few DJ’s talking shop. Still though, I didn’t fully take it in until Esquire said, “the fact that she is standing here right now is remarkable”. It hit me that he’s completely correct. His words were like a clear bell that were ringing true because he’s absolutely right; it is indeed remarkable for any of this to be happening. Esquire is incredibly supportive and knows just how to speak to me, but he’s not gushy or one to hand out extraneous compliments. He would never speak inauthentically or superfluously. I had no doubt that he meant what he said. It was a wake up call that I needed to take a beat and process my trajectory, determination, progress, growth, courage, manifestation, and accomplishments. A beat was also needed to process that I agreed with him, and how wonderful it felt in my body to have his words hit just right. What a turning point, what a relief to not have to go through the outdated bullshit steps of self deprecation. All that stuff is exhausting because it’s such a blockage to self esteem, and blocks take up so much energy: to build and maintain them. This is energy that, once freed, can be used for more loving, healthier things. So my progress wasn’t just in regards to DJing, but a greater indication that my relationship to myself has come so far. How I speak to myself, work with my thoughts and feelings, the choices I make; it’s all continually becoming cleaner, wiser, and kinder. And damn right the DJ piece is huge! I NEVER thought I’d have a life that includes any of this, which means the seeds I was planting without realizing it came from pure courage, blind faith, dreaming the seemingly impossible, and grit. I was married at 20 and was a full time orthodox Jewish housewife and mother for most of my adult life. The only new experiences I had were perhaps trying different recipes. While I loved those roles, the sameness and predictability was difficult for me. There was no possibility on the horizon and my whole life felt predetermined and mapped out, not entirely by me.
 I was grateful to Esquire for articulating his appreciation for how far I’ve come. It was a real moment of pride and celebration. It was a truth bomb that keeps going off, and it was a profoundly sweet moment. It’s also a celebration that I want to post this instead of resorting to shoving aside positive comments. Why not share this? How sad to only share stories of struggle and hard lessons.
I love this platform so I can offer windows into my personal experience, since I believe that we all learn from each other. What a joy to share the wonderful things alongside the painful and challenging things. Life is both, so to exclude anything from either myself or you would be a false, incomplete view. To see myself clearly I need to be willing and ready to welcome it all in, the good, bad, ugly, and beautiful. Refusing an invitation to my own life would be tragic. I’m not doing that anymore.

Spotlight Sporty Spice


If you wanna be my lover, ya gotta get with my friends! The 90’s was an amazing time to be an adolescent; IYKYK. I played a big block of 90’s pop at a recent gig so I gleefully channeled some Sporty Spice. It’s fun working with moods, lighting, and era vibes to create an experience for the crowd. I lucked out, since there was a big group who all graduated high school in ‘95 (I’m ‘96) so my set landed perfectly. Janet, Crystal Waters, Technotronic, Madonna, Cathy Dennis, the list of pop hits is endless.
I was also super into the grunge scene in high school, both musically and aesthetically. I remember the night Kurt Cobain killed himself. I was shattered and listened to Courtney Love on the radio all night. No Tik Tok, no Instagram to later scroll through. You caught it live or you missed it forever. MTV was my life growing up in a small New Jersey suburb. It was my outlet to everything. I cannot remember a time in my life that wasn’t completely driven by music, and to have a career in the music industry is such a blessing. I pinch myself regularly and know every moment and musical note that got me here. Live is meant to be lived fully, not endured. It’s full of moments ranging from spicy to sweet to salty to sour. Each part of life has different ingredients and components, and if we mix it all well we hopefully get as many delicious experiences as possible. When I look at these photos and recall my teenage years in my 90’s, I’m grateful for all I hungered for then that led to right now. Love your life’s soundtrack, it’s part of how you uniquely beat in the world.

Food Photography On A Budget

I recently started doing my own food photography. It’s way more convenient for me to photograph as I cook throughout my week, as opposed to the pressure of having to churn out 8 recipes in one shot for a photo shoot. It made the whole process hard to enjoy, which was a shame and definitely not the point. I love to cook, and it’s much nicer to embrace this new organic pace. I have also been joyously discovering that I have new skill sets to learn, be it creating DJ fliers for my feed or photographing food. There are amazing apps that help me feel like a graphic designer and fabulous food photography accounts on Instagram that offer tips and tricks. It’s fun trying new things! I’m certainly not a professional photographer and I’m not trying to be, just like I’m not trying to pass myself off as a professional chef. I’m a great home cook and all around creative who has a good eye; why not expand my wheelhouse? I am a pretty quick study when it comes to aesthetics, and I have always liked experimenting with all sorts of photography. I learned to set up a food shot with accessories in varying textures, heights, complimentary colors, and neutral vessels to showcase the food. I’ve always placed my food on white, black, or wooden serving platters in order to let the food be the star, but I wasn’t quite sure how to fully flesh out a kitchen decor concept to act as a backdrop. Everything seen below is from Target. I had a blast perusing for napkins, platters, bowls, cake plates, drink ware, tablecloths, serving pieces etc. It wasn’t cheap the day of purchase, but this was an investment. I keep all my photography items in a separate closet, and it brings me such joy to peek in and embrace my inner Martha Stewart. Blog or not, I take pride in always setting a beautiful table, and leaning into this endeavor allowed me to up my game. Perfection is never the goal. I’m always looking to create beautifully in a way that’s purely authentic to me. I reuse some combination of these items in every shoot, and I love the challenge of mixing the same things differently, like I do with clothing. There are so many ways to express ourselves creatively.
What’s one thing you’d like to try? Go for it. Make mistakes, leave things on the cutting room floor. This is how we learn, and learning is how we live.

When Not To Edit

I know we talk a lot here about editing our lives, shedding, letting go etc. This is a perpetual process that peels back complicated layers of all kinds of accumulation, revealing our true essence. I work on this constantly in various forms and paces. Lately, I have hit a wellspring of newfound gentlenesses towards myself in doing so, a self directed tenderness to all the layers that acted out of fear, anger, frustration, and so forth. There’s also a tenderness towards my uncovered self, a patient and loving grace as I usher myself through mental and emotional floods. This is a new thing for me to experience. It’s a cosmic lesson in what it means to receive care, something so many of us are sadly unfamiliar with.
While editing is a crucial part of living an unclogged life, physically/emotionally/mentally/spiritually, I realized recently that sometimes the edit sometimes comes in the form of letting go of, well, letting go. If the instinct is to cut, perhaps, depending on the circumstances, that too requires a fresh approach. I’ll explain. I was looking back at some old food blog posts, thinking about how some of the older photos and recipes are just not good enough. Like, what was I thinking posting that?? I have no doubt I’d feel that way if I go back and read early Inspire posts, and I have numerous posts on my Instagram feed that make me cringe. Same with my first DJ mixes on SoundCloud. My immediate reaction is to erase them, cut them, get rid of anything that’s not good enough. Both my DJ mentor and manager, Esquire and Tzvia respectively, disagree. They both said the same thing, that it shows the evolution of the process. I understand this but I fully admit to being uncomfortable with anything subpar representing me. I work my ass off on blog content and I obviously want that reflected. Today though, as I searched up my own recipe for energy bites, I responded differently to the pictures I now think of as not good enough. I felt in agreement with the theory of seeing it all as a learning and growing process, which it completely is. It was indeed growth in the moment to respond with a “who cares” than react with a “delete!”. So in essence, I calmly let go of the need to furiously let go of something else. It was definitely a moment of liberation to lean into the fact that my whole Lady Blaga journey (and life) has absolutely been this astonishingly huge and profound learning process. I am amazed by what has unfolded personally and professionally in the past five years, and to erase evidence of that is ridiculous. Instead of wanting to cut out mistakes, I reframed it as, wow, look how far I’ve come. I actually think it’s so important to not take myself too seriously (which I don’t IRL), and to own being a student of life (which I do IRL). Therefore my trips, falls, and rising back up’s are not just welcomed but celebrated. Isn’t that what I’m doing on this platform anyway? It’s interesting to note that as I continue to do inner spiritual work and feel more intact, I create more space for all that which I deemed undesirable: thoughts, feelings, unattractive food photos, and dumb feed captions. It’s like, so what, this is just all part of the bigger story that continues to be written. Each word matters. If the goal of spiritual practice is to not be attached, then to feel less attached to a story around what doesn’t belong feels freeing. I find that this approach helps a lot with shame, in that things I’ve done that I’m not proud of are now no longer places that hold judgment and upset, but rather points where I had to face plant in order to be taught.
I see this in so many spaces, including my yoga practice. I have tried for several years to learn certain positions that have not clicked thus far. It was a source of frustration and led me to feel my practice wasn’t advanced enough. This is all deluded thinking; an asshole can do ten kinds of handstands while someone who just sits cross legged can make that a beautiful practice. Or vice versa. Point being, neither extreme matters because the actual practice is to create more space, peace, resilience, wisdom, love, and ease within. Spiritual growth is not defined by an arm balance. Asana is a beautiful tool but, like anything, it gets misused with attachments. So I can’t yet do crow, who cares? After spending so much time and money on private lessons I ultimately just organically reached a place where it no longer mattered, and THAT was where the growth came in in this particular scenario. I actually enjoy my regular practice much more now since I released the self imposed pressure to want my practice to be something other than it is. That’s the secret sauce, when we can not need things to be different. I believe in determination, perseverance, and honoring myself by pushing through. That’s a huge reason why I am where I am today. Creating a well lived life takes intention and commitment. However, along with that must come equal parts softness, patience, flexibility vs rigidity, and lots of love for the bumpy human ride.
Buddhist teacher Jack Kornfield says that letting go can look like letting it be. Letting go can often be unavailable, but letting it be feels like a gentler, more attainable choice. Rome wasn’t built in a day. Sometimes the answer is to let it be, no matter what your “it” is in the moment. This creates an opening, not a pushing away of what we don’t want. No aversion, nothing to get rid of, just a knowing of what the present moment happens to contain. This is not unhealthy spiritual bypassing where one acts like everything is fine and amazing. It’s the opposite; this approach allows for us to calmly acknowledge what might not feel good while not fleeing. We stay because we can, and we can because we are internally vast. I have learned that my often lightening fast impulse to decide/axe/delete/block is a survival mechanism. While closing the gates and locking them has absolutely sometimes served me well in terms of self protection, I now know that I am so much stronger and can handle more. Choice, agency, and discernment always, but I’m at a place where I can pause and ask what’s actually required in the moment, instead of having old habit energy decide for me. Walking away from unhealthy situations is always necessary, at least in my experience, but I’m now asking myself, “ok, what’s really going on in this moment? Let’s look at the reality first before choosing a course of action”. This is the difference between reacting and responding. A toxic and unkind person? Bye. A crappy picture? Yeah, you can stay.
To stay is the point of meditation. Nothing to run from because when my roots are strong, whatever wind comes at me won’t knock me over. Despite the discomfort, I have the capacity to remain, and this is how I find the comfort in the discomfort. While the roots of an old, strong tree stay buried deep in nourishing, dense soil, many changes are taking place above ground. The roots don’t bother with what’s happening above. They stay, connected to the immense power source of Mother Earth, and allow for everything else to come and go on its own.

Blueberry Oat Bites

Back at it with the bites! I love this treat concept for the obvious reasons: clean, delicious, perfectly portioned indulgence. Since ingredients such as dates and almond butter are so substantial, one of these is enough to satisfy me when I’m craving a lil dessert. These take just a few minutes to assemble with no baking required. My daughter gave me the best review as my taste tester, “Mom, these are perfect!”. That’s all I needed to hear. This recipe makes 10 to 12 bites.

Ingredients:
1 1/2 cups dry old fashioned oats
4 large pitted dried medjool dates
2 tbsp agave
2 tbsp almond butter or nut butter of choice
1/2 tsp vanilla
1/2 tsp cinnamon
Pinch kosher salt
2 tbsp melted coconut oil
Generous handful of blueberries

To make:
In a food processor mix all except the blueberries, until a cohesive dough quickly takes shape. Add the berries and carefully but firmly shape into balls (I know, but there’s no other way to say it). Place in a parchment paper lined airtight container and refrigerate 2 hours until they firm up. You can freeze these and defrost as needed.

For Women Inside Prison, Survival Is Less Physical than Psychological

I came across this article and it broke my damn heart. Who do we ignore and why? Whose pain and torment is deemed unworthy of being stared at? How do we separate society into groups, and when we do, how does that account for human emotion and experience? When people make bad choices, do they no longer have a right to feel? This article hit me hard for so many reasons.

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Palm Springs

I have loved vintage since high school. I’d cut class and comb local yard sales looking for anything cool, interesting, campy, or quirky. All my accessories here are vintage DVF and Miu Miu, so they pair well with my retro inspired look. Orange knit pants and a bright paisley tunic work well with the old school wedge shoe, oversized sunglasses in coordinating colors, and statement cuff. I felt very 60’s Palm Springs in this outfit. A good pair of light knit pants is so useful on vacation; on the beach, poolside, or paired with a tank or off the shoulder top for dinner. I’ve also worn these to brunch with an oversized button down. This top is years old from J Crew. It’s light as air so it’s an essential cover up piece. I often pair it with frayed denim shorts. The bright colors are a fun pop of enthusiasm for a new pool season, whether I’m playing hostess or guest.