Wisdom for the ages infused by single track, snow, and spiritual adventures.
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Yup, only worse…
Attitude is the difference between an adventure or an ordeal, and while this experience was both, I think my deep desire to recapture my state of wellness was the magic sauce. The body is genius at recovery and resilience, and it is always, always striving to return to a healthy homeostasis.
Even if our story is Trauma with a capital T, it’s still just soup without a recipe, without a direction, and because we know it by heart, it’s in danger of becoming a stale default that no longer nourishes.
But it is satisfying to name this interim time and space and I do love the word liminality. It kind of shimmers and sparks, and being in a mindful place during it I can see myself in a kind of slow motion. I can see and feel more gratitude for the hot coffee and the running water, and I can make more consciously aligned decisions as I bridge to the next thing.
There are three parts to the framework of a spiritual life: insightful relationship with oneself, a strong personal value system, and a fulfillment of meaningful purpose. We each create and explore our unique spiritual paths using our intuition, influences, and appetites as our guide. The energy source for this growth is Meraki, the soul creativity or core put into something, the essence of our self that is devoted to our pursuits.
For us, the antidote to boredom is to arrest the feeling that that we are waiting for life to happen—or that it is passing us by. ‘Life. Be in it’. is our watchword, and by making playtime a priority, it helps us to create momentum as a couple.
The Japanese have a word ‘otaku’ which means when one becomes obsessed with an idea, product, or hobby they simply must tell their friends all about it. Well, SpiritScouts, this is what I’m excited about right now, so I’m sharing this éclat of hacks with you to inspire some summer fun!
This relish instantly elevates simple basics into a meal worth celebrating, exactly what we need in the heat...
The next day we headed to Sag Harbor, starting our day at Carissa’s Bakery, a instagramably chic spot filled with people wearing very white Chloé Nama sneakers and Alo nude leggings. Eating artisanal pastries and sipping coffee concoctions in this precious setting felt like hooking up to an IV bag filled with Hampton Vibe drip.
Traveling to Zermatt, Switzerland is like landing in a chapter of ‘Heidi’ only with gourmet meals, great friends, and deep winter as the cast of characters.
Among the hustle and bustle, I am gifting myself the opportunity for more tender loving exchanges with strangers and with loved ones.
The holidays are right around the corner and visitors with food preferences from A-Z will be joining us for Christmas Eve. I like to serve an array of desserts that appeal to each of my loved ones, but are also simple enough for me to do-ahead.
Let it be noted under ‘Miracles DO Happen’ that on this trek, in the middle of nowhere, there is a tiny restaurant serving the best version I’ve ever eaten of my favorite food—French fries! Oh. My. Jesus. I can see why this mountain is sacred.
The holidays promise to be ripe and juicy—from cranberries to combat—so I thought it might be worthwhile to examine The Rules of Civility that could carry us through the season with a bit more understanding and grace for those we choose (or are compelled) to share our time with.
I live full time on the thin edge of the wedge—always at the beginning of something that has the potential to become more dangerous or unpleasant. I live one vertigo twirl away from being deeply humiliated.
We bounce between chilly bike rides, soccer schedules, and dressing for every kind of weather as a wild effervescence reboots our spirits—everything feels illuminated! I think the sunlight is the most spectacular part of this season—brilliant afternoons that dapple riots of color against cobalt blue skies…
Something holy happens to me when I am touching this beautiful, live dough that I created. It is there to support and sustain me, and it truly possess a kind of cellular magic…
…Jeff rode right on top of this fat boy—yikes—so be ready alert. Ironically, the sound that the flywheel makes on a bike sounds almost exactly like the rattle of the snake’s keratin, so that provided a kind of freaky adrenaline rush during the rides….
All human interaction is gonna have stuff that stinks to deal with. If we can sharpen our skills and pour conflict through the composting process of our hearts and minds, we can refresh the result into something rich with possibility.
If the energy feels selfless and easy, a flow situation free of expectations, it’s probably an authentically generous act. If it feels complicated—if resources of time, money, or convenience are being overly compromised—or if boundaries are being crossed, then it’s more likely a People Pleasing situation.
