Three Foundations for Effective Newsletters

Three Foundations for Effective Newsletters

I scroll through my inbox and I find it.

I get excited as I click to open it and I snuggle under the covers (because I’m still in bed). I scroll down the page and Enjoy. Every. Single. Moment.

What is it? Why it’s a gift from the web-gods... 

Vipassana - Access to Nothing

Vipassana - Access to Nothing

As I walked the well-treaded path, I noticed I was craving tears. I wanted to cry. I had found out Shep had committed suicide just a few hours before. I could feel that thing we call a frog forming in the back of my throat. “I thought I might be grieving by now. Am I not sad?,” I thought to myself. I couldn’t tell anyone, so I mentally noted my experience and kept walking as the sun set and then went inside for the next hour of meditation… The next morning the tears came in the shower, multiple times. I know some of the ladies heard me - they had to - but they didn’t say anything. We weren’t supposed to talk to each other to keep our experience here personal and unique. I kept meditating on schedule, and I kept noticing how sadness came and went, came and went, like waves through my mind and on my body... 

How to Beach: A Raw Guide to Peace

How to Beach: A Raw Guide to Peace

Should I bring floats or a book? What did that article say about sunscreen possibly being cancerous?

Should I take my purse on the beach, or should I leave it? How will I have a picture of the sunset for instagram if I turn off my phone?

I would love a pina colada, but who wants to be sunburnt AND hungover?

Oh, come on, relax a little more... Hmmm...I can’t tell if I’m hungry enough to eat BEFORE heading out or wait until...

Does this inner dialogue consume anyone else’s mind? It’s pretty predictable if you are a planning addict like me that you’ll likely leave a beach trip more drained than when you get there.

But I went to the beach on Labor Day Weekend, and something completely unexpected happened...