Empowered Spirit

I like to give. Giving feels good. Giving to others has always been a constant in my life. Sharing with siblings, serving in the community, gift giving, or giving support. Don't you? Why are we so ready to give? (Okay, maybe I should stop making assumptions that we are all ready to give, but I am noticing that it's a pattern in health and medicine). Is there an element of giving that may be a subconscious (or conscious) escape for us? A way to avoid personal confrontation or personal struggle? I give to you. This feels good. Because as a result,  you feel good. And this is a beautiful thing. However, by constantly giving our services, we tend to lose touch with our own agenda and needs. Beyond this, our services may actually be disservices if we are not mindful, whole, and self-centered. Are my services to you the best possible service (the best, in terms of what I can give - cause, of course, that's subjective) and most genuine? I've have many conversations on

This is fun. Although suffocating on city air has its challenges,  I am overall content. I am living in a new city, across the country, away from my sweet, little nook of a town - Danville , CA. Let's not get into the politics or my feelings about Danville right now. All that matters (in regards to Danville) is that it holds some ravishing yet spunky individuals (my family, mostly) and contains a truly beautiful landscape (Hello Mt. Diablo, may you remain the mighty and triumphant mountain of 3,848' that you are...no need to mention Whitney or Shasta who triple your peak). With my undergraduate world barely a chapter in the past, Santa Cruz , CA is more of a jem in my heart. Those glorious Sequoia Sempervirens, jam sessions, and Pacific waves. More on that later. I moved to Philadelphia , PA on September 2nd, 2013. -- Philly, oh crisp winter air your colored walls, zestful mural land surround the streets, of trash and must. Quaker land, William Penn contests wandere

"Take a course in good water and air; and in the eternal youth of Nature you may renew your own.  Go quietly, alone; no harm will befall you." - John Muir   Hello, hello sweetness. I have no intention to write for you or that stranger next door or for my mother. I am not sure what I am writing for, and I am going to try to allow this to be a space for free thought and creativity. I am humbled by my surroundings, each and every day; yet my walls are crumbling by the oppression and contempt that exists, concurrently. This self-contention is worth expressing - for every soul. So, I'm not here to uplift or depress. Just express. Happy reading!