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Lately I’ve been sleeping in until 9—a luxury afforded to me since my 13 year old starting biking to school . I’ve been sleeping for 10 hours a night, thanks to cannabis. I’ve been taking it slow in the mornings, drinking coffee and drawing, pulling Tarot cards, journaling, and...
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MAGIC IS ALIVE. Magic is a return—to yourself, to Source, to all things earthly and cosmic. Magic is deepening and trusting your intuition; it’s the way you just know, the moments when you think, “of course.” Magic is co-creating with the Universe—collaborating, even as it trolls you. Recognizing there...
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Listen. It’s hard to learn how to love the shit out of yourself in a world that functions best when you don’t. It’s challenging to feel as though you’re enough and you have enough in a capitalistic, patriarchal society that thrives on convincing you how much more you need...
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The older I get, the more I physically resemble my mother. I look in the mirror, and I see her face. This is complicated for me, because, by my own volition, I don’t have a relationship with her. From my youth I remember her show-stopping charisma—her penchant for adventure—intermingled...
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Sometimes I just want everything to fuck right off. I don’t always *want* the drama, the stress, the WORK of having to process and manage every goddamn feeling and energetic exchange. Sometimes I want to numb and distract and cope, instead of explore what’s going on beneath the surface,...
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I canceled plans and rescheduled meetings, and it was FINE. No one freaked out. Nothing imploded. Everyone was chill about the fact that I was sick and desperately needed to rest. And yet, prior to canceling plans and rescheduling meetings, I agonized. Will they be upset? How will this...
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I don’t believe that love is all we need. I need honesty. Loyalty. A shared value system. A willingness to talk about the hard things and stick around when things get messy. I need ride or die people in my life, and that’s not just about love. I don’t...
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Throughout my childhood, I was teased and bullied quite a bit. Being one of only two Persian kids at my elementary school (my sister being the other), my ancestry and name (among other things) were the source of many playground taunts. Growing up in LA in the 90s—during Desert...
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Damnit this week has been hard. Yes, I know it’s only Wednesday—I said what I said. This. Week. Has. Been. Hard. I feel exhausted and depleted on every level. Everything is messy and in various states of disarray. I don’t have any answers, just an endless string of questions...
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