Spirituality

Bodhi Leaves Fellowship

The fellowship seeks to support and amplify voices of people of Asian descent writing on Buddhism, culture, and life for a predominately North American audience.  Over the course of a year, fellows will develop a body of work for publication across Lion’s Roar’s...

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5 Harmful Habits That Make a Stressful Day Even Worse

When I was little, I often felt as though I lived in two completely different worlds. My parents’ home was like an ice castle. Everything looked beautiful. Everything was orderly. Everything appeared exactly as it was supposed to. But it was cold. My mother rarely let...

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Some Days, I Have No Patience for Mindfulness

For the past twenty months, I’ve been feeding myself through a tube. I’m not able to eat through my mouth because of a complication with swallowing that carries food to my lungs instead of my stomach. During this mouthless feeding period, I’ve spilled my meals and...

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I Used to Think Being Easy to Get Along with Was a Compliment

“Being easy to please is often mistaken for having no needs at all.” ~Unknown We’d been together four years when my husband turned to me in the car and asked, completely out of nowhere, “What’s your favorite color?” I laughed, assuming he was joking. He wasn’t. “I’m...

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Belonging Begins in the Body

Jay Pitter, author of the book Black Public Joy, offers placemaking concepts and practices for cultivating a healthy sense of connection with ourselves and the outside world. The post Belonging Begins in the Body appeared first on Mindful.

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Wise Engagement

I am at an interfaith gathering of clergy who are meeting with local police. One of our unhoused neighbors—a middle-aged female struggling with her mental health—was recently shot with rubber bullets.  Some clergy express outrage at the violent police tactics. Others...

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How My Father’s Cruel Words Shaped My Life for 45 Years

“Definitions belong to the definers, not the defined.” ~Toni Morrison, Beloved My father was on the other side of my bedroom door, banging hard on it with the flat of his hand, screaming at me to get back to the table and finish my plate. I told him there was no way I...

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