TAMARA COUGHLAN

I wasn't drawn to meditation to find calm. I was drawn because something in me was hungry. Not for answers exactly, but for a kind of intimacy I couldn’t name yet. I was seeking the answer to the question "Who Am I?" Meditation became a love affair slowly, then all at once. At first it was discipline. Structure. Cushions, bells, long sits where my knees hurt and my mind ran riot. And also if I’m honest it was peak experiences. Waves of love so intoxicating. States of bliss t

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Grief, like an anchor, grasps our hearts, grounding us in the present moment. It is a powerful force that holds us still, demanding our...

I have fallen down to earth into my body. Here like I've never been here before. Traversing every cell in my being and what I find is...