I sat there two days into the workshop, with smoke snaking its way high and low around us on the california coastline, the landscape having become the silent bearer of […]
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, […]
And I think sometimes we are all just searching for who we already are. I sat there that night, on an hour and fifteen minute cab ride, to my left […]
I was leaving Boston because I needed texture. Something to hold onto again. Running towards the desire for authentic speech, words flowing up through a throat taught with streamlined and […]
And then hope leaped up into my heart and echoed down the ivory arching curvature of my ribs. Four small letters, like an ink map tethered softly along the bone. […]
Notice the space narrow as your throat muscles draw together in support of one another, giving rise to your breath as it mirrors the wind, fanning the flames of your own alchemy. Can we encourage that gentle congregation?