On a particularly trying day befitting the choice of a comforting cup of something that will strain my wallet, if not my sensibilities, the local donut shop is passed over in favor of the one which makes me feel an ounce -- or eight -- of privilege.
I struggled not to curve my shoulders in and walk so that my heels were less noticeable. When I left my house I'd felt incredible, dressed for a day at work, yet two men felt it was their place to question my decisions.
Probably one of the weirdest hashtags in use today is #guncontrolbullies, coined by Open Carry, a loose affiliation of state organizations, which holds protests around the country at which zealots parade around with loaded firearms in public places.
We are all equal, my friends. We are also beautifully different from one another, too -- which means all of us have some unique value and flavor to add to a conversation or social setting. If only we really knew and believed this this!
Many think art -- particularly original art -- is prohibitively expensive because they hear about the multimillion-dollar auction results at Christie's or get blindsided by the number of zeros on the wall at their local galleries. As a result, they don't buy.
You, the faceless one, who hides behind empty words. You, the unhappy one, spreading your misery through harassment and humiliation. You, the angry one, trying to feel powerful by intimidating others with your hate. I refuse to let you hurt me.
Whether your journey is physical, philosophical or spiritual, once you're practicing regularly, you'll find like-minded folks, who share similar values and interests. You'll find community, a sense of belonging and being together.