Buy That Guy A Sammy: Week 2 of Feeding NYC’s Homeless

#BuyThatGuyASammyNYC - Michael

Michael

Hey Zenful Dancers!  Today’s sandwich goes to Michael.  Michael, a Veteran, has been homeless in Manhattan for about 90 days now.  He has been struggling with heroin addiction that has ultimately put him on the streets.  His eyes lit up with hope when he explained that he was just accepted into a 21-day program at a nearby reputable hospital.  He said he knows it will be tough but he has to stick it out in order to get back on his feet and he knows he can do it.  We wish you well Michael.  This sammy’s for you.

A HUGE THANK YOU to my dear friend Jeff who without pause forked over the extra $1.16 (above my $10 sammy weekly budget) to make this week’s sammy possible.

Pay it forward.  Who’s in?

Leah Joy, The Zenful Blogger

#BuyThatGirlASammyNYC #BuyThatGuyASammyNYC #PayItForward #FeedNYCHomeless #compassion

I’m Friggen’ Rich!

1,000,000

Hey Zenful Dancers, happy Sunday to you!

The other day it occurred to me how much my own net-worth was as a fellow New Yorker passer-by decided to flash me his $1,000,000 bill on the street.  Of course I was opportunistic enough to grab proof as I don’t typically run with crowds who carry around this kind of cash much less waive it around in broad daylight as if begging to be mugged by anyone within a one mile radius of 14th Street.

And after Googling that there was in fact no one million dollar bill (Google saves the day once again- go ahead, make fun), I realized how profound carrying a reminder of this great proportion can be.  A reminder that I walk around with my very own million bucks all the time and I so often forget that it’s there, burning a hole in my pocket; my own self-worth.

I am sometimes quick to bend or apologize or shy away from standing up for what’s right in order to avoid conflict or difficult conversations or actions not because it is uncomfortable for me to lean in- of course it IS uncomfortable- but because I forget that I have value.  Conceit and self-centeredness jokes aside, I am rich with loving friends and family, rich with overall good health (barring any recent stress-induced sleep issues), rich with the understanding of love and my ability to be compassionate and to make decisions from a place of love instead of fear- when I remember, that is.  Lately my life has seen more challenges and it seems I need more reminders. So in an effort to pull out my million dollar bill and waive it around as a “reminder to self”, I would like to share my riches with you:

I’m so grateful for a loving and supportive family who lets me do my best to love and support them back

I have incredible friends who check in even when they are too busy to check in

I have true love which is far more magnificent yet often quiet-and-unassuming while being simultaneously more terrifying (read: vulnerable) than I ever imagined it would be and I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world, not even for a real million dollar bill

I have the ability to dance like nobody’s watching and it provides me with endless inspiration

I have access to music that feeds my soul, no matter the day/mood/location/experience

I am grateful for a steady job that challenges me and provides the flexibility to manage my own time

Meditation.  It keeps me grounded when I start to float away

I am very grateful for a healthy body and mind (hey we all have our “moments” but you know what I mean)

Compassion.  I know what it is and I’m not afraid to use it

My sense of humor (bad timing and all) has gotten me through some of my darkest days and I continue to think I am by far more hilarious than anyone else thinks I am 🙂

Care to share some of your riches with me?  Go ahead, SHOW ME THE MONEY!  It might be just the reminder you need.

-Leah Joy, The Zenful Blogger

Homage to Love

A Frenchman from Montreal and a California girl from New York met in Dallas last April.

On the 4th of July they met again in Queens and again in Marseille. It was love.  Simple and true.

The Autumn turned to Winter and her insecurities weakened her trust and doubt entered his mind for the first time.

Snow came to New York and Montreal and her love softened and warmed them both but he decided his love was not enough to strengthen what was now a delicate vulnerability.  He questioned everything.

They held each other in tears through the night and It ended this Tuesday morning in January in Montreal in the dead of Winter.

Spring will come soon.

TZB

Did You Remember To…

Listen?  Really listen?

Smile from the inside out?

Breathe when things get tough?

Cough twice?  *cough, cough!*

Be kind to all living things (including you)?

Hold the door for the next person?

Tell your (insert person you love here) that you love them?

Live your life instead of waiting for it to happen to you?

Live your life instead of waiting for someone to rescue you?

Exercise?

Dance?

Sing?

Forgive?

Keep your heart open?

 

Let’s make a deal!  Tomorrow, let’s remember to do at least ONE of these things on the list.  Psst… Pass it on!

 

Keep on keepin’ on,

-Leah Joy, the Zenful Blogger

 

 

WAKE UP! WAKE UP!!

Bravo to all the hipsters out there who will never actually connect with any of their own emotions long enough to understand that they’re no more special than any of the rest of us and if anything, their sleepwalking through life only greater contributes to the disconnection of the human race. I have an idea: Grow a sack, smile and make eye contact, laugh at yourself, keep your heart open and wake the fuck up to your human life!

LJ