Deep inside me, there is a girl I cannot reach. I see glimpses of her in sunsets – pink, orange and peach. There is something mysterious about her, a whimsy to which I am drawn. I hear her calling out to me in the mesmerizing melodies of a familiar song. I sense her trying to... Continue Reading →
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 →
Beauty in the Brokenness 