Lydia Violet Harutoonian reflects on and describes her experience visiting San Quentin State Prison in California…
Find your places to be of service
We pay thousands of dollars to learn, grow, heal, and transform. We meditate at the top of mountains, receive therapy, and desperately reach for books that may have the answers to unlock the solutions to our problems. Now I’m not saying these things aren’t helpful and sometimes necessary, I’ve benefited from an outstanding therapist in my late twenties who saved my quality of life. But what I want to say is that when we want to grow wisdom or achieve healing, so much of our vision of that pursuit is about paying beaucoup bucks to receive personalized attention…
Last night, I went into San Quentin for the first time with a pack of musicians stewarded by our buddies Ned Buskirk and Chelsea Coleman of @yergoing2die .
I. Was. Blown. Away. by the depth of self-reflection and capacity to be honest and heal of these men inside. Of how I felt my music land the way it’s meant to. I could say so much more but I woke up this morning just wanting to say…
Find your places to be of service
They will feed you, challenge your bullshit, bring out your best, sharpen your moral compass, teach you about wisdom and grace, and leave you feeling more alive where our society leaves us deadened and in pain.
The church of generosity’s doors are always open.