The 47th Revolution

I had begun my 45th year inside the peaceful, quiet scream of a Vipassana meditation retreat and left for 46 inside the belly of a war-torn, heart broken, and utterly epic Medicine Retreat. In like a lamb, out like Kali Ma! A lot happened in between those catalyzing moments of birth and death, of course. Many more heartbreaks and triumphs and uneventful days came and went too and, if this last year taught me anything at all, it taught me how to let go of people and things that I love with a little more grace.

RantsBeana BernApril 12, 2023Birthday Comment

44 in 2020

At the ripe young old age of 44, I am *finally* transmuting the faulty, dense, sticky, toxic programming that my parents and my society installed on my operating system. I am laying down the expectations of worth, success, beauty, cool, and "essential" imposed on me from anybody outside of me.

RantsBeana BernApril 12, 2020Birthday, RantComment