POV: it’s your first day and someone asks what’s inside the Chicken Curry Puff
“uh… chicken… curry… I don’t know it’s my first day”
…and this is our best seller
#secondz #firstday #currypuff #foodhumor
Sharing my writing in hopes they can provide a window or a mirror for you. On abandoning oneself for others.
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#writing #reflection #relationship #self #integrity
👁️🔎 Up close with Reckouakie (The Rockaways) — “place of our people,” on the ancestral land of the Lenape.
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#shortfilm #rockaways #newyork #history #beach #brooklyn #nyc #indigenous #lenape #land #cinematography #macro #iphone #iphone15pro #edit
I hereby share these images of moments of whole-body-heart-mind-spirit living this past year in gratitude and as an offering towards the manifestation of such energy for my and our future—of fresh air and clarity; of being one’s home and being a home for someone; of dismantling all that is projected onto and expected of this body and life, and walking the lonely and abundant path to living in truth and wholeness and deliciousness; of rebellious tiresome overwhelming compassion for myself and others as an antidote to self-destruction—and its subsequent induction of suffering unto others; and of one decision, and then another, and another to move toward my light, not away, even in the familiarity of darkness.
For too long, and yet the exact time I needed, I have moved largely by the will of my fear of suffering, not realizing it is the fear that I suffer from most. So I’m going to try something else. With every thought I’m able to notice that beckons me to live in: fear, scarcity, inferiority, rejection, betrayal, loss, failure, heartbreak… I will ask it:
Is believing you going to make me believe in me more?
— And if the answer is no, I, with great appreciation for the purpose the feeling/thought once functioned, swipe left, because that is the seemingly small, and yet greatest power I have:
To direct my experience. [Not control, but guide.]
My purpose is “the place where [my] deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet” (Buechner). I owe it to myself to live in my deepest gladness and to share it with everyone I can. What do you owe you?
What do you do with a 2,000 sq ft space in SoHo? Come help us figure out what a “performance co-op” can be. With drinks and maybe some pop-up performances! (link in bio)
The team at EdgeCut Arts is thrilled to host our first open house at our new home and hub, Edge Space—a spacious and sleek lower level white-box studio and event space in the heart of SoHo, NYC. In the coming months, we intend to transform Edge Space into a space co-op for live performance experiments, with new programming, events, and artists-in-residence coming very soon.
In the meantime, come celebrate with us, sip on dranks, and help us dream big about community and art-making and abundance in this fraught moment.
Thursday, March 27th | Doors open: 7:30 pm - Entrance free but RSVP required (link in bio)
Oh look, it’s you right now.
Isn’t it absurd—the number of realities we enter in a given minute on social media? …and the one we escape in the moment?
Audio sourced from my Instagram feed today with notable mentions to @drjillstein@wizard_bisan1
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#absurd #socialmedia #information #overload #shortfilm #reel #🍉 #iphone #technology #ai #human #short #instagram #consumption #dehumanization #misinformation #media
![I hereby share these images of moments of whole-body-heart-mind-spirit living this past year in gratitude and as an offering towards the manifestation of such energy for my and our future—of fresh air and clarity; of being one’s home and being a home for someone; of dismantling all that is projected onto and expected of this body and life, and walking the lonely and abundant path to living in truth and wholeness and deliciousness; of rebellious tiresome overwhelming compassion for myself and others as an antidote to self-destruction—and its subsequent induction of suffering unto others; and of one decision, and then another, and another to move toward my light, not away, even in the familiarity of darkness.For too long, and yet the exact time I needed, I have moved largely by the will of my fear of suffering, not realizing it is the fear that I suffer from most. So I’m going to try something else. With every thought I’m able to notice that beckons me to live in: fear, scarcity, inferiority, rejection, betrayal, loss, failure, heartbreak… I will ask it:Is believing you going to make me believe in me more?— And if the answer is no, I, with great appreciation for the purpose the feeling/thought once functioned, swipe left, because that is the seemingly small, and yet greatest power I have:To direct my experience. [Not control, but guide.]My purpose is “the place where [my] deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet” (Buechner). I owe it to myself to live in my deepest gladness and to share it with everyone I can. What do you owe you?](https://sp1.picnob.com/p/pt_6722255864546268503242_0_0f0d2d1d882c07332edb538e8e3008b7.jpg?o=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&h=14a2abc6cfe940ba5ca205b3a52dcb54)
