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There's a way to live life with intimacy, with direct contact with our experiences. Living in this way brings a richness to life. We also gain a deep knowing of the beauty of being. Intimacy penetrates the veils that come between us and reality and liberates us from much friction in our lives. But living with such openness can be difficult. We must feel everything more deeply, including our pain.
I haven't perfected this way of living, but I’m constantly striving. And I've caught many a glimpse into what's possible. It's an ongoing practice that requires presence and openness. And openness means vulnerability…
Beginning the important conversation on Intimacy and Vulnerability.
The excitement of the spring isn’t just in our heads. It’s in our bodies and in our loins. The bright warm sun beaming down paired with the fecundity of wet earth, give rise to flowers galore. Flowers, in case you’d forgotten, are the beautiful sex organs of the plant world.
We all know what it’s like to feel stuck. We can’t figure out how to connect more deeply with our partner or what our next career step should be. When we feel stuck there’s a pervasive underlying dissatisfaction along with the frustration from not seeing a solution.
The cool sleek hardwood floor brace my feet as I stand amongst a mixture of friends, acquaintances, and strangers while a flood of tears stream down my face. My chest heaving, my crying audible, and I’m navigating a flood of thoughts while trying to stay present with the emotions flowing through me. I’m at the Avalon ballroom at the end of Movement Mass, and Rising Appalachia is singing “Bright Morning Stars” through the sound system.
I’m moving quickly down the wet trail. My heart is beating fast, my body pumping the cool air in and out my lungs, my feet shuffling to avoid rocks and roots. I occasionally turn my head back to check on Maple, our sweet dog. She used to run ahead of me, but now, as she ages, lingers behind. I’m wearing a thin long sleeve shirt and shorts. Spring has arrived!
I saw this in my Grandfather’s apartment this past weekend and it caught my eye. At first, because of its nostalgic elegance, but then because of the word “comfort” - here defined as a narrow range at the intersection of temperature and humidity. Comfort is important, heck my name Noah, can be translated as comfort or comfortable. But there are two essential truths about comfort that can change our lives…
Etched into my mind with painful clarity is the window of my college dorm room, seven stories high, with a stark view of the street below. That street could have been my escape. Isolation and claustrophobia had pulled me into a conversation with death during a rough depressive episode and I wanted to escape the pain so desperately that I considered everything, including ending my life…..
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My mom became a breast cancer survivor 17 years ago. Knowing that both of her maternal grandmothers fought the disease and after watching her own mother battle with breast cancer, my mom decided to do a prophylactic mastectomy (long before Angelina Jolie). The doctors were hesitant, and wanted to do a mammogram, which led to a biopsy and the discovery of very early stage breast cancer. She was extremely lucky, as was our entire family because my mom is an incredible person who shares so much love and fun and food with all those around her! I am incredibly grateful for her foresight and courage and know not everyone is as fortunate. Because of my personal experience, the opportunity to support others who are going through cancer treatment as a healthcare practitioner is particularly meaningful.
I fell in love with my wife for the first time before we were even dating when she took care of me while I was sick. It was a cold wet day in Brooklyn, and she came over with hot chicken soup, comforted me, and made me lots of tea while we watched a movie together. Her nurturing care soothed my aches and melted my heart. I got better quickly. Over the course of the next couple years it became evident my immune system wasn’t as strong as it should be. Winter after winter I would get colds and coughs while others glided through the season uscathed. Fortuitously, I had just begun acupuncture school where I was learning how to take care of myself and build up my immune system and improve my vitality in new ways. Acupuncture and herbal medicine have uniquely powerful immune boosting capabilities that work preventatively to help you avoid getting sick or hasten recovery during cold season whether you live in Boulder or in Shanghai.