tuesdays. thursdays. dig deep.

my sincerest love and thanks for all of you. i am certain that some of you have been visiting the blog looking for new posts, much like i have been doing. with school being back in and readjusting to closing this final chapter of my collegiate experience, i have been filled with gratitude. you know, we don't know how our lives will unfold, but i am absolutely convinced that if you stay open to all that life has to offer you will come to appreciate it all.

that is the essence of spirituality.

sitting here eating my steel cut oatmeal with a little bit of brown sugar in it, i am filled with joy. everything is as it should be.

how will it feel to let go of your plans and just be present? this is not the same as being idle. no, not even close. it is more like being mindful. this fullness is what makes life feel magical. i feel it every time i'm in a yoga pose, or singing jazz. i feel it when i'm in the presence of my three nephews.

what a beautiful life i have. what a beautiful life you have.

everyday gives us the opportunity to discover just how beautiful our lives are. let go and go within to the preciousness that is always present. let that sustain you as you do what must be done.

speaking of which, here's what to expect from spiritual anthropology in the weeks to come.

a new post every Tuesday and Thursday, guaranteed. this blog is very important to me as it is a way of chronicling my spiritual journey in a way that is meaningful and authentic. although it's a lot of work, it is work worthwhile.
continued growth and expansion. we're looking for writers, photographers, editors, web and graphic designers! contact us, if you're interested.
physical events that uplift and inspire. remember those dinner parties? (more details coming soon!)

And as always, we'd love to hear from you! Email us at spiritualanthropology@gmail.com.

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