"A man’s attitude… a man’s attitude goes some ways. The way his life will be." And right now, cruising down the real Mulholland Drive, life is pretty miraculous. (at Mulholland Drive)
Brunch in the raw vegan heaven. Mushroom “pizza” with cashew cheese, turmeric almond milk latte, digestive ginger shots and random starspotting: <3 (at Cafe Gratitude)
It is what we make out of what we have, not what we are given, that separates one person from another.
(Source: , via explore-blog)
Adyashanti (via eyeliketheview)
Tuuti 5 years old! (at Supercell)
One day I wish to speak Truth as fluently and clearly as Byron Katie does.
Morning practice with my lovely yogi family ❤️ (at Hyvinvoimala)
Amazing tin foil hat lunch with my favorite ex-rockstar CEO! (at Samovar Tea Lounge)
Jeanette Winterson on adoption, belonging, and how we use storytelling to save ourselves.
A meditative view of writing… and reading.
Spotted from the rooftop: woman doing yoga on the balcony, like a boss
Wisdom by old friend Mark R. (at Contemporary Jewish Museum)
In memory of SN #Goenka who passed away peacefully on the 29.09.2013. He shared the teachings of #Vipassana with the world. Which involves meditating by concentrating on the body, and the insight that this provides. Be present, be #equanimous, and #annica (everything changes)
"Imperfect work never stopped men from putting their work forward. Don’t hold yourself back. Perfect is the enemy of anything good."
– Elizabeth Gilbert, the author of Eat Pray Love (photo & quote from her event in San Rafael)
As a book or story nears completion, I grow acutely, obsessively conscious of each sentence in the text.
They enter into the blood. They seem to replace it, for a while.
When something is in proofs I sit in solitary confinement with them. Each is confronted, inspected, turned inside out. Each is sentenced, literally, to be part of the text, or not.
Such close scrutiny can lead to blindness. At times — and these times terrify — they cease to make sense.
When a book is finally out of my hands I feel bereft. It is the absence of all those sentences that had circulated through me for a period of my life. A complex root system, extracted.
Jhumpa Lahiri: My Life’s Sentences (The New York Times)