à la carte spirit by ilona fried
Travel
Notes from a Liminal Space, II
Three days ago, when I landed in Boston after a few nights of little sleep, the move of my apartment into storage, and a bad case of the monthlies, I was so depleted that the thought of simply flying to Spain seemed physically impossible, especially since I hadn´t finished packing and I didn´t have all … Continue reading
The Many Flavors of Fear
As a young girl, I marveled at Baskin Robbins and its 31 flavors, a vast universe compared to the standard chocolate, strawberry and vanilla, or, if we were being fancy, pistachio. At one point bubble gum was my favorite, although I couldn’t figure out how to keep from swallowing the gum along with the ice … Continue reading
Notes from a Liminal Space
Even though my body is still in Denver, I feel like I’m in a netherworld, between what was and what will be when I return from the Camino. It’s a wide openness I once feared but am now learning to inhabit. Suspending an identity is equally freeing and disconcerting. Yom Kippur, which ended tonight, amplified … Continue reading
Inspired or Insane?
Since “(in)sanity” is on the à la carte menu, it’s time to dish out a serving. Last month I attended the Wake Up Festival, a nourishing buffet of poets, gurus, meditation instructors, scientists, musicians, writers and yogis who shared their experiences on the process of enlightenment and practices to stave off “endarkenment”. David Whyte read … Continue reading
Forking Over My Utensils
Last week I spent four nights at a private home while attending the Wake Up Festival. I saw photos and read the description (“simple, sustainable”) before booking the room. Still, I was surprised by the modesty of the place. “They really have nothing,” commented a voice in my head as I surveyed the living room, … Continue reading
à la carte spirit by ilona fried 
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