I wonder if instead of trying to use our autobiographical memories to write a play-by-play news report, we are meant to create a beautiful story, filling in the lost details creatively in ways that bring meaning to us.
The Power of Story
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 →
Beauty in the Brokenness 