“In short, all good things are wild and free.” ~Henry David Thoreau
In the hustle and bustle of December city life, how do we preserve our minds from energetic strife? One foot grounded in a concrete flow, while our larger Soul muscles […]
Her feet reach out above the earth, as if they are finally taking stance after months of shuffling thru. Toes precise and pointing wide, intuitively proud of what they are […]
Her hamstrings reached out over the ground, grateful for the cool sensation of an earthen surface. Heels pressing down into the dampness of leaves and fallow land as her back […]
I find myself hard-pressed to disagree with Rumi, we’re blood relatives from the same energetic tribe, like the way the wings of the scapula mirror each other, those back body […]
Surprising how glass shoes can carry you, down side streets, along concrete city sidewalks speckled with gum and paid meters, over brown wooden floors, up to orange rubber yoga mats […]
I hadn’t been taking enough time to bow out. Yes, I’d been bowing to my students before and after class, acknowledging the energy within them and around us in that […]
And so somewhere in between deciding things weren’t working, wrangling with the format and the template, thinking if those things shifted, how the words would make themselves more audible, move […]
Bare feet shuffling over the cool darkness,
solitude and loneliness sensations of the very same nightfall.
We are not beautiful because we are perfect, we are beautiful because we are willing to stumble. And rise back up again.