Z’s Wonderland


A Place to Call Home By Z Zoccolante   This weekend I took a trip to the Grand Canyon. It was my first time there. Because I grew up in Hawaii, I’ve done more international travel than the in the United States. One of my French friends who lived in LA for six months saw more in that time than in the eight years I’d lived here full time.   I think some of it is that I get comfortable and lazy. I’m reminded of how I use TV to...

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You “Should” be Over This Already By Z Zoccolante   This weekend I went to a Kundalini Yoga class with a friend. The room is dim as we walk in a few seconds late and pull our mats to the empty space in the room. We lie down as the teacher’s soothing voice drifts into my consciousness like a lullaby.   It takes me only a few minutes before the tears start, and they don’t stop until they turn the lights up again. It’s not the...

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What It Feels Like to Stay By Z Zoccolante   Geneen Roth, one of my favorite writers on women and our bodies wrote, “We intuitively understand that we want something we cannot see or touch but we don’t know how to name or access it. And so, we fall back into believing that being thinner will right everything that is wrong. The only problem with that is that it is based on a lie.” – Geneen Roth   I remember this period of my...

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The Moment God Shows Up by Z Zoccolante   This week I am reminded with intensity how vital it is to process our emotions.   As we get older life throws more at us. The thing I once thought was the worst thing of my life (my eating disorder), paled in the pain of my divorce. And maybe there will be something more in the future. Something else to bear.   In the Bible, it says that God will never give us more than we can...

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The Psychedelic Art Show by Z Zoccolante   This week I stumbled across a quote by A.R. Lucas, who writes “We’ve been infected with this idea that love is an emotion only felt between two people. But love is universal. An energy. A contagious force. A gift. To offer money to a homeless man is to love. To save a worm from the sun is to love. To smile at a stranger is love. To be grateful, to be hopeful, to be brave, to be...

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Coffee With Friend By Z Zoccolante   Last night a friend passed through town and purposely laid over her flight to have a night with me. We have to walk slow, she said as I parked around the corner from my favorite coffee shop, I might have a broken toe.   What, I asked? Should we check it?   Nah, it’ll be fine, she said as we strolled slowly down the sidewalk.   We sip lattes and discuss family, kids,...

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