All posts filed under: Humanity

I Am That We Are

I am that We are powerful and free. I am that We are compassion, love, and understanding. I am that We are forgiveness. I am that We are passionate and driven. I am that We are a force to be reckoned with. I am that We are courage, strength, and resilience. I am that We are open to learn from each other. I am that We are lending our ears to truly listen. I am that We are awakening. I am that We are being called to be a higher version of ourselves. I am that We are a light for future generations. I am that We are our planet’s caregivers. I am that We are all one and in tune with the universe. I am that We are infinite possibilities. I am the possibility of the 2016 election being a blessing in disguise. I am the possibility of taking action, of fanning the flames of the fire that has been ignited in my soul. I know I am not alone in feeling this. I am …

Our Only Home

Humans don’t need to keep re-inventing the wheel. Similarly, writers don’t always have to try to re-write what someone else has already penned beautifully. In honor of the climate change discussions held at the UN last week, in honor of the peaceful protests held worldwide urging our leaders to act now in order to save our precious planet, in honor of Nicholas Stern’s insightful Ted Talk, and in honor of the wonderfully and exquisitely made show, Cosmos, which I am now watching for a third time on Netflix (yes, I’m a nerd. If you haven’t watched it yet, I really don’t understand what you’ve been doing with your time), I decided to recycle Carl Sagan’s words, found below. As a communicator, as a writer, my job is to spread the word about things that matter. As a human, though, it’s my responsibility to alert those around me, as best as I’m able, to the dangers of inaction. As a friend recently said, we have a hard time understanding the consequences of chains of events spread widely …

We Forget

“Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.” – Ernest Hemingway We forget to look up when we walk around a city, failing to notice the beautiful handiwork and craftsmanship of architects. We forget to admire breathtaking views when we are out buzzing like bees, too busy to even realize we haven’t taken a full, deep breath in a very, very long time. We get too used to the things around us, and we don’t humble ourselves enough. We forget that we are nothing in comparison to the universe that surrounds us and of which we are part. We forget that we are not the center of anything, except of our own limited perspectives. We forget to be thankful for the life, the opportunities, …

Phenomenal Woman

A Woman Phenomenally

Most of you are aware that there was another shooting in the US last Friday, May 23rd. The suspect, who killed himself after murdering 7 people, left traces of his reasoning all over YouTube. His main premise was that women were to blame for not being attracted to him and for not giving him sex. Therefore, he took revenge. Above all else, he was a misogynist. Over the weekend, the hashtag #NotAllMen went viral on Twitter. Those using it wanted to get the message across that not all men are like Elliot Rodger. Please rest assured that we know this. In response, women began tweeting that although #NotAllMen are misogynistic murderers, #YesAllWomen face incredible sexism and discrimination from men on a daily basis, including disgusting comments yelled out to us on the street. I have been reading various opinion pieces on this topic, but this is the one I recommend the most, in case you’re interested. The point of this post, however, isn’t to further this discussion. Rather, it’s to shine a bright light on all women, …

Then, As Now

Syria has been on my mind these days, somewhat of an unavoidable topic, since I have been consistently bombarded by every possible news outlet in existence, as well as my Twitter newsfeed (a beast in and of itself), with the atrocities being committed there. Truthfully, I have no idea how this conflict started, or when, or why it has escalated lately.  As a former journalist, I accept that I fail here. All I’ve picked up on this side of the pond are cries of “chemical weapons” and “let’s go to war.” Sounds all too familiar. It still amazes me, to this day, that humans have such an uncanny ability to forget the lessons of the past, as if thousands of years of brutality against others hadn’t taught us anything. One of the most poignant moments of my career as a journalist was the night I completely broke down in tears to my boyfriend of the time, practically yelling at him – the poor thing!—because of how upset I was. All I did at the online newspaper …