Showing posts with label The Manifest Station. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Manifest Station. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

This Podcast Will Change Your Life, Episode One Hundred and Sixteen - Don't Be An Asshole, starring the Jen Pastiloff.

We are so podcast. Quite Pastiloff. And so not assholes. We are also making shit happen, Wayne Dyer, Emily Rapp, manifestation, both The Manifest-Station, and otherwise, Lidia Yuknavitch, depression, beauty hunting, breaking the rules and much, much more. So do hit it, it just might change your life.

Sunday, October 26, 2014

New joint. Powder Blue Polyester Tuxedo. At the Manifest-Station.

And big thanks to Jennifer Pastiloff and the whole Manifest-Station crew for that. Excerpt? Word.

"Like any relationship, parenting doesn’t always feel like that though, not in the moment anyway, and not until it does, but it will, eventually, and much of the time anyway.

And so, on this day there is quiet.

Can you hear it?

Just wait a moment.

Pause.

Take it in.

It is like magic. It is magic.

The boys are reading and not because we made them do so, or because it is so important to me. It is because developmentally they have caught up with my needs and impatience, and my inability to accept that unlike actual magic, when it comes to parenting, things happen as they are supposed to if you remain diligent and trust in their inevitability."

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

The Leah Tallon is How to Rebuild a House at The Manifest-Station.

She is also grief and healing, and love, and you should hit it now, it just might change your life. Now, how about some excerpt? Word.

"Something, something, something about how this world is so big and we only think about that largeness in relation to people in other towns, cities, states or countries. Geographic space becoming the point. There are always life-altering events happening to someone else, somewhere else. We never leave our own house and then, 3 hours later, wonder what’s occurring inside its empty walls, as if it’s tucked away into some gigantic gap in time and space and simply doesn’t exist when we aren’t around to fill it. We are only going to the grocery store. Nothing to see here. Destruction does not need a witness."