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.
And then sometimes you realize you've been running on a horizontal plane for too long, remind your feet they can move freely as if they were kissing the earth with each step, and remember the heart wants what the heart wants.
“I am rooted, but I flow.” ~Virgina Woolf Surrender is softening your edges enough to touch down into solitude. Allowing yourself to lie supine in the summer grass wearing […]
And so maybe this too, is grace. The dirty hair and baseball hat: black mesh, white pointelle fleur de lis. The bathing suit and grimy red flip flops, as homeless […]