Marking Time
I sat there at my wooden desk last Friday morning, long slow drawl of summer slightly audible in mid-July, as if it too was asking me in, inviting my body to […]
Tag Archives: #longing
Roads
As I drove over the roads that led me to the workshop the next day, my tires were hugging the curve of the road underneath an openness of sea, sky, […]
On Wantingness
Something happened along the way, and we started to feel like finding pleasure in the secular things in life meant we were disconnected from the sacred. It turned into a […]
I want this music…and mine.
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 […]
Lindsey O'Neill 