Yesterday one of my yoga teachers reminded me of a book I was listening to by Anodea Judith called “Eastern Body, Western Mind: Psychology and the Chakra System as a Path to the Self.” I had gotten halfway through and abandoned it. Sometimes this happens when something doesn’t capture my interest. But other times, it’s... Continue Reading →
I heard the whispers in the wind. Drawn to the familiar sound, I was certain it would lead me to a place where I belong. I followed the melodic tune down a meandering path. I traveled so far that I found myself lost and alone in the forest. When I could no longer see clearly,... Continue Reading →
I don’t remember when I started the journey down this path. Sometimes it feels like I just began to climb the mountain. Other times, it feels like I’ve been climbing for years. The forest is both wide and narrow. Some days I look around and recognize nothing. On days like this, I being to think... Continue Reading →
Beauty in the Brokenness 