All posts filed under: Perspective

SXSW 2017: I love you. I see you.

It always takes me a good week to recover from SXSW, to let everything absorb and settle into my system. This year, I took a little different approach. I didn’t want to get over scheduled on sessions, and instead, I wanted to take advantage of having access to Film and Music. Originally, I had a number of the Interactive keynotes marked. And then I started swapping them out for big celeb sessions, like Game of Thrones. To my surprise, I ended up at sessions for politicians. I imagine the current political landscape influenced my decisions. 😉 Cory Booker New Jersey US Senator Cory Booker was the opening Interactive keynote Friday morning. He gave an emotional address about what love is, how we treat other people and how we cannot be silent when injustice is happening. Love is I see you and recognize your worth. Tolerance builds fences. Love rips them down. #CoryBooker #sxsw — terri (@FindingDrishti) March 10, 2017 Before you tell me about your religion. Show it to me by how you treat other …

The masks we wear

I came across this Rolling Stone article, featuring Paris Jackson, Michael Jackson’s daughter. I remember seeing images like this one, where she and her brother wore masks to hide their faces when they were out in public. It was an oddity compared to other celebrity children who got their own magazine covers and had their first photos auctioned off. I was young and judgmental and assumed Michael Jackson was as crazy as the tabloids made him out to be. However, what did I know about being a parent in 2003? (Nothing.) What did I know about being a celebrity since childhood? (Definitely nothing.) The stories and the accusations were outrageous, but he lived such a different life from regular people that they seemed almost believable. When he died in 2009, his memorial service was televised and that was the first time anyone ever saw Paris’s face. As she came out from behind her mask and stories from the family were shared, it painted Michael as a very caring father who did not want the celebrity …

Moments of quiet

Life has felt very chaotic lately. Between juggling family’s schedules, my teaching schedule, my workout schedule, feeding my kids (they are always begging for food) and simultaneously avoiding news while getting sucked down a political rabbit hole, I have very few moments of quiet and solitude. If you saw my calendar, you’d feel overwhelmed with all the overlapping colors and little white space. Sometimes, I enjoy the chaos. I feel productive. Or at least busy. It makes the end of the day come faster, when I get to crash and the kids are in bed. I seem to always be reaching for more sleep. This week, I was feeling especially sore and tired. I overdid something that pulled at my hip flexors. My workout days were already off from when I needed gym space (vs. home space), so I gave myself room to embrace open pockets of time. Those open pockets would normally be filled immediately with a long list of errands and household chores, but I chose to let the laundry pile up and take …

Thoughts on the safety pin

If you haven’t heard about why people are wearing safety pins out in public, let me point you here first. (By the way, if you have Amazon Prime, you can get a 6-month free trial of The Washington Post in digital form. After that, it’s $3.99 a month.) There’s been a lot of discussion about whether the safety pin is truly support for those under attack or merely a symbolic gesture. The question has been raised whether someone wearing a safety pin is really willing to stand up to attackers when push comes to shove. I think we all have in mind how we would like to respond in a scenario. In my head, I’m coming out swinging with insults and ready to lay down a good tongue lashing. In reality, I, like many others when faced with an IRL situation, would freeze for a moment as I realize that this is actually happening, then make my fastest escape. If you are a white majority ally, you may not know how you will react when you see someone …

I will not unfriend you

I’ve been on Facebook since 2003. It seemed every time I joined a group or switched jobs, I collected more “friends.” There was a point when I did a massive unfriending because I had a ton of acquaintances – not IRL friends. It had nothing to do with politics. Other than that, it’s been a very rare occasion when I’ve had to burn the Facebook friend bridge. I hear a lot of people saying they’re unfriending Trump supporters. While I understand the temptation to cut ties because of the horrible things Trump has said that then reflects on his supporters, this only makes our echo chambers tinier and echo louder. So I will not unfriend you just because you voted for him. I may hide you from my feed if you become extra hostile or ugly (as in I find out you really are racist, sexist and xenophobic even if you are unaware), but I will not cut you out of my life. I will try to help you overcome your -isms and -phobias. On the flip side, I ask that …

How to support your non-white, non-straight, non-Christian, non-male friends

I talk about compassion a lot. And I’ll admit that I didn’t start to fully grasp what that meant until these last few years as I’ve gotten deeper into yoga and experienced deep moments of darkness. To begin, let me throw some quick definitions out (pulled from Google), as there are similarities. Sympathy, noun 1. feelings of pity and sorrow for someone else’s misfortune 2. understanding between people; common feeling. Empathy, noun the ability to understand and share the feelings of another. Compassion, noun sympathetic pity and concern for the sufferings or misfortunes of others. Most of us tend to fall in the sympathy and empathy camp. We feel sorrow and sadness for someone when they’re going through something bad. When we empathize, we try to share in their feelings; we sense their anger and also feel anger ourselves. Compassion, though, speaks specifically to recognizing and having concern for others’ suffering, and the only way to get to that level of concern is to listen and let their suffering soak in and affect your heart. How many times have you witnessed …

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