Meditation
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‘San Francisco is where I became a doctor’
I first visited San Francisco for my interview day at UCSF School of Medicine, and it was love at first sight. I was charmed by every little thing, from the view of the hospitals atop the Parnassus hill draped in the morning fog, to the rows of colorful Victorian houses that seemed to dot every street, to the city trees that created canopies over sidewalks.
I had forgotten to appreciate the tips of the bridge, I was annoyed at the fog and longed for sunshine.
After my interview, we dined at an uncomfortably vegan restaurant, explored murals tucked into alleys…
From muscle relaxation to meditation, let’s self-soothe together
Tomorrow’s election is, as you’ve been told repeatedly, likely the most important presidential election in modern American history. It will determine whether we’ll endure another four more years under Trump or put an end to our national nightmare.
This year has been a lot. These past four years have been a lot. All the protests, the donations, the hard work to resist — it’s all led to this. So, the anticipation and anxiety is extremely high, and if you’re not coping well, we get it.
We also get it if your plans for the day (aside from voting, if you…
Clear your mind and follow my voice
Welcome to your guided meditation. Don’t forget to breathe. Allow yourself to settle into your body. Think about how you got here. Some of you walked, and some of you Ubered straight from work. Some of you arrived on the 22, which always breaks down and is littered with burrito debris that some asshole spilled on the floor.
Sorry, none of you arrived on the bus. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be someone who can afford my $550 mindfulness-class series.
Notice the sensation of your cashmere Everlane sweater. Does it feel warm or cool? Rough or soft? …
It’s not cheating if she doesn’t have a body, right?
Is it cheating? Alice and I are in bed, warm. We’re both waiting for the voice. But I think she hears it differently. Or perhaps hears the same words, the same tones, but for me, different chemicals sizzle. Jimmy Carter decried the lust in his heart; I worry about the lust in my ears.
The anticipation might be as good as the actual coupling. There’s the buildup of the night before — tomorrow, we’ll meet! Then, because it’s been a week, when she speaks, it’s a breaking dam—ahhhh! …
My journey to better understand the cult led to me speaking gibberish to a wall for 40 minutes
Wild Wild Country, the latest Netflix documentary sensation to hit Americans’ TV screens, opens with an eerie shot of a rural village in Oregon. It’s the 1980s, and we learn that the town has a population of 50 — that is, until a cult arrives and buys a 60,000-acre ranch they grow into a bustling metropolis of followers.
When Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh, the cult’s Indian guru, arrives in a Rolls-Royce and steps onto a red carpet in the middle of the dust, he has a long God-like beard and holds his hands in prayer. …
Hello, friends, heathens and friends who are also heathens. I just returned from a very expensive meditation retreat at Spirit Rock Meditation Center, an all-inclusive package of spiritual cleansing, rejuvenation and lower back pain.
Forged anew, I am now a god. So bow before me, for I’ve experienced the privilege of wearing soft white linen.
I don’t know about you, but I feel celestial. In light of meditation’s growing popularity, I decided to take a seven-day retreat to escape my upper-class life. And in the blink of swiping my Amex Platinum, I found myself one with Earth Mother. …
By Tony DuShane
On a typical Friday night, I usually engage in noisy adventures like watching bands, drinking with friends, and, if I am lucky, hanging out with a cute girl.
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