TTPD inspired poem: My Boy only Breaks His Favorite Toys I always wanted to be like the velveteen rabbitRealLoved so fiercely that my buttons fell offCuddled so much that my skin turned rawInstead he tossed me on the groundHe left me out in the rain to be trampled overHurt and freezing cold, I called his... Continue Reading →
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 →
Beauty in the Brokenness 