How does one ever learn to live with the space between you and me? Countless songs composed, poems written, and art created. And yet, that space persists. An emptiness that can never be filled. No, that’s not right. It is filled. Filled with sorrow and loneliness. Some days, the space feels vast. On these days,... 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 →
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 