The Experience/Book


How I Lost All My Fucks
 is a one-month experience that will have you losing all yours. I reveal my personal fuckfull to fuckless tale in all of its glory detail -shitfaced teen experiences, lessons from jail time, and very personal revelations – then I hand it over to you:
GAF defintionYou’ll be simultaneously doing a meditation challenge, which will teach you several styles of meditation; and a series of Fuckless Adventures, which are totally as fun as they sound. (But they’ll also leave you feeling irrevocably changed, for the better.)

How I Lost All My Fucks aims to be a cathartic emotional rollercoaster after which you will never be the same.  Kind of like doing hallucinogens or having sex for the first time, but no one’s going to talk about how weird skin looks at great lengths, nor get an STD. Stay tuned for info on the release of How I Lost All My Fucks…

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Meditation Classes

If you think about it, your mind is your home. And one you’re stuck with, too. Is yours a nice place to live?

Screen Shot 2017-06-24 at 6.23.04 PMOur minds are the constant in all of our lives…but most of us never even consider them. Mindfulness is out to change this. This class introduces you to several meditation styles: tools for mindfulness. This fun hour applies ideas to your real, actual, world. Meditation saved my life, I’ll also share the story of how it did so; and, of course, how it can wildly change your life for the better.

Thanks to those of you who have come to one of my Portland, Oregon classes! Please contact me if you are interested in having a class for your group or company.

Also please do check back for a videos, coming soon(ish) ❤

Blessings from the Loving-Kindness Meditation
Think or say these to yourself, someone you adore, and then to someone you’re having “a challenging time” with:
May I/you be blessed with abundance and health.
May I/you know that I am worthy of love, and of the things I desire.
May I/you have relationships that provide me with mutual acceptance and encouragement.
May I/you have meaning and purpose in my life, may it be deeply satisfying.
May I/you laugh from the very core of my belly at least daily.

Enlightenment is a destructive process.

I came across a photo meme the other day with this quote by Adyashanti:

“Make no mistake about it – enlightenment is a destructive process. It has nothing to do with becoming better or being happier. Enlightenment is the crumbling away of… untruth. It’s seeing through the façade of pretense. It’s the complete eradication of everything we imagined to be true.”

I’d like to add my own perspective…

The path of enlightenment (which never ends) has everything to do with becoming better and/or happier!  It also involves an extremely uncomfortable process that will totally ruin the perspectives you’ve spent your whole life creating (paradoxes are big in spirituality).

The crumbling away of paradigms that no longer serve us can be painful, for sure.  However, it is necessary to clear the old before creating the new –  you wouldn’t want to build a shiny new building on a crappy old foundation, would you?

Destruction is essential to creation.

After the dust settles, you have a new set of tools with which to handle life’s obstacles and challenges.  You have access to internal wisdom that will always point you in the right direction.  Relationships become honest, your mind becomes clear, and the inherent worth of yourself and others becomes apparent.  You do become better.

After the dust settles, you are left with a profound feeling of possibility, freedom, and expansiveness.  Personally, I don’t think I even knew true happiness before undergoing this process.  I knew it in beautiful fleeting moments, sure.  However, I had no idea that it was just chillin’ in the background the whole time – constant access to sheer joy!  You do become happier.

It feels like you’ve been let in on the cosmic joke.  It’s freakin’ awesome.  Don’t let a little destruction deter you, but do be aware that it’s part of the process.

The juice is totally worth the squeeze.

How to dissolve cheap beer hiccups with meditation.

I’m sure I learned what meditation was sometime before college, but I didn’t spend much time absorbing the concept until then.  I had an Eastern Philosophy teacher that is still probably the most self-assured person I’ve ever met.

He genuinely did not give a shit about what anyone thought of him, as he said, “other people’s thoughts are none of my business”.  I found him to be hilarious, and always unintentionally so.  The best kind of funny.

He described the purpose of meditation as widening the gaps between thoughts to allow observation of the peaceful quiet that exists behind them, and to enjoy a more pleasant mindspace as a result.  He shut off the lights, had us put our heads in our folded arms, and asked us to focus on our breathing.  Whenever we had a thought we were supposed to acknowledge it without judgement, let it go, and return to our breathing.

Most of the time I thought about a guy, wondered if he liked me.  Thought about how cute he was.  Replayed our recent conversations.  I kept returning back to my breath just to have my mind pipe up again, “He’s so cute.  He reminds me of Floyd from Dazed and Confused…”

But then it happened, I thought—“…………..”, for a few solid seconds.

“Oh!  And that’s the same dude as in Out Cold!”—But it had happened, however briefly; I experienced my first sizeable gap between thoughts.  I wanted more of that peaceful feeling.  And, apparently, whoever that dude was.

Though I enjoyed the peace I discovered in that philosophy class…I lacked focus.  The first real application of meditation to my life was using it to get rid of the hiccups.  I drank a lot of cheap beer quickly in those days, so I’d get them pretty frequently.  At some point I realized that all of the solutions offered up (swallow a spoonful of sugar, stare at the ceiling whilst hopping on one foot, BOO!) were all just various ways of *not thinking* about the hiccups.

So I tried using meditation to do so, and low and behold – it works like a charm!  In those days most of my meditation was done in graffiti-covered bathroom stalls.  Focusing on my breath, calming my mind, and dissolving those cheap beer hiccups.