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Hallelujah. Literally.

Bymanager

I am in the jungle in India.  My comma key has broken on my laptop. The chances of that getting fixed before I leave are: none.  So this will be a post devoid of commas.

So- I go for intensely long walks.  Preferably beachy ones.  Alone- where I can meander for hours and not see a soul.  I have been gifted this kind of solo experience time and again- even in busy locales.  Mexico. All over the Caribbean. California. Vermont.  Fiji.  India.  A thousand times by the Hudson river.  But my favorite is when I am far far away from home and no one knows where I am. There’s no sign of life for kilometers at a time and always the thought: if something happened- no one would know.  Totes morbid.

Why You Can’t Let Go

Bymanager

“Let go” is probably the most annoying and inaccurate thing a person can ever say to you.  I’m equally irked when a masseuse whispers “relax” as I’m lying prone on his/her table.

Lady, if I knew how to relax, I wouldn’t need a MASSAGE.

If we knew how to let go, we wouldn’t need a spiritual practice.