The Signs Drunk Crying About

I went to culinary school.  To get a job as a pastry chef.  To do what I love.  To present my gift of pastry to the world.  What they don’t tell you in culinary school, I will tell you here.  Your gift of pastry skills and hospitality skills in general will be used to appease angry assholes that want you to kiss their ass.

The heart chakra is said to be the most significant of all seven chakras, it’s the epicenter of all love and compassion. Chakra in Sanskrit translates into a wheel. The chakras are the spinning energy centers of our body and each chakra is related to different energies and has different functions. A lot of the spiritual practices and meditation we do is to expand our heart chakra ultimately. And most of the times when we go through a spiritual awakening, we can feel it opening up and the divine energy overflowing like River Ganga. But like everything else, if not practiced mindfully, even the expansion of heart chakra can get really tricky.

Some days, you would think that you finally own him; his attention, his affection; but everywhere you go is haunted by me. That couch that you are sitting; we used to sit and cuddle there while we were watching a movie; that cup that you are using, he used to pour some tea or coffee in there for me; from the cup to the plates and utensils— they have my claw marks; the sala, the bathroom, bedroom, and furniture— have my fingerprints; from the places that you go (restaurants,malls,cinema,roads)— you would see my ghost. He would always remember me through those little things. My name would always taste like blood in your mouth. When you kiss him, you would taste my sweetness in his lips. When he touches you, you would wonder how he worshiped my body. When he stares at you, he would see a different person wishing you were me. You would wake up in the mi

Hi, how was your New Year?

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I did something radically different, I took a risk, I stayed present with an old layer of deep fear and pain and traveled to an unknown place with unknown people. I climbed a hill top from a Celtic mythological landscape in the pitch dark night and celebrated a re-birthing of myself with like-m

Ahhh, such theater. Shakespeare himself could not have written a better story. In these days leading up to the election here in the United States, where it seems that sheer madness is unfolding, we are reminded of the words of the mystical bard himself, ‘That all the world is a stage, and we are merely players.’

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