Becoming
It was January and my winter-worn Spirit longed for a reprieve. Bones that had caught the chill of a city’s unrelenting grey concrete winter, asking skin to know the warmth […]
It was January and my winter-worn Spirit longed for a reprieve. Bones that had caught the chill of a city’s unrelenting grey concrete winter, asking skin to know the warmth […]
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 […]
“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 […]