Author: Holly Herring

Bathing Babies for World Peace

She explained to me that when the Buddha was born, he shot out of his mom’s side.She used her hands to demonstrate something that resembled a grenade launch from her rib cage. Then she told me that the baby came out walking and talking.

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There is Recovery in the Dish Pit

It was as if I entered the pit each night as a dish gladiator and the goal was to conquer the hot, soapy hell I worked in. 

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I am the Gift

Today I know that I am the gift and that gifts aren’t out there waiting for me to earn them.

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How Mindfulness Put the “Fun” in Funeral

Yesterday the family of my friend held a celebration of life in her honor. I knew it was approaching. I ran into her son, also my friend, the day before the celebration and he locked eyes with me when he asked “You ARE coming tomorrow, right? I can count on you?” A million thoughts paralyzed my mouth but I saw the look of importance in his eyes and I shook my head “yes”. 

In all honesty I knew I nodded my head in the affirmative but my feet were already moving backwards to decline. I was fully prepared to let that family down. I didn’t like it, but I knew what would happen. 

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