The Perks of Being Invisible By Z Zoccolante I go to a conference with my best friend. Sometimes when I’m with her I feel as though we’re in a fish bubble of our very own, as though we create our own universe within the parameters of where our energy fields end. But I’m not invisible yet . . . We do an exercise. For this one we partner with different people. Every time they break us into partners they tell us to go with someone new....
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We Forgot We Were Magic By Z Zoccolante I’ll drop you into the thoughts in my head as though we’re old friends having one long conversation, as though you just walked into the room. . . And I listen to Devi Prayer, which I just discovered and used to process forgiveness, when I had to first get through the hate to get to the love. I listen to Devi Prayer again and think about the end of movies, where all the events have transpired and...
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The Process By Z Zoccolante There’s a process. Let’s not make it about love, but instead a human life experience, one which has all the fullness of a perfectly ripe peach, plump and juicy, full of joy and sorrows, elation and bliss, lost and found. Let’s not make it this about one thing because it’s about the feeling of everything – about a full life experience. It’s about saying the names, not just flossing over it with...
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Letting Go By Z Zoccolante So there’s this situation that I’ve been having a difficult time letting go of. As much as I try it seems to be shifting like laundry on a clothesline, waving back and forth in the wind not really going anywhere but making a lot of motion. The phrase let it go, often makes me want to punch someone in the face or break down in tears. If I knew how to do that I’d have done that YESTERDAY, duh!...
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The Shell of Home By Z Zoccolante Sometimes, when you’re mediating, does your mind ever wander to memories that you haven’t thought about in years? Like a turtle on the playground? I know I’m not alone in this. This morning as I was attempting to sit quietly, my mind having other ideas as it raced around my to do list and recent life events, I found myself stumbling back through the recess of memory. I’m dropped...
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How to Easily Change the Tapes we Play By Z Zoccolante We play tapes every day. Our thoughts and feelings, old memories, happy times, and times we’ve been wronged. I tell my friend a situation I’m processing. My friend tells me, I’m glad I get to see myself in you like a mirror. Say more, I say. And my friend says, It reminds me of the tape I’m playing lately, the one where so and so stabs me in the heart. I chuckle because I’m morbid...
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