Freedom

  • Exploring Personal Growth Through My Yoga Practice

    It’s been a season of stretching. Not stretching in the physical sense, although yoga brings me that opportunity, often. I mean, emotionally and spiritually. I’m softening and maybe accepting myself a little more. It feels really nice to say that.… Continue reading

  • Soft Arms

    I hold this fear in soft arms and let her be. She is a dear traveller. She knows this village well. Peace, dear friend. We shall sit and we shall be, without wishing to change one another. Continue reading

  • The Soft Things

    The quiet is here and so am I. I will life to slow down, I ache for it; I am not made for speed. I am made for the whisper of the trees, for the silver trail of snails on… Continue reading

  • Sensible

    Shall I be sensible a moment? Oh, dying to live, dear dreary day. Let you find me twisted beautifully among the berry vines. Let you be the one to be sensible. Continue reading

  • The River I Am

    The river I am. I fall in love with the next creative thing, and there I stay for a while (but not forever.) When I create, I flow, I cannot be boxed. I am sometimes a writer. Sometimes a musician.… Continue reading

  • Sweet Eternity

    Oh, the heat that I see that I feel that I know. I will be the flame to my own fire. I will light the path of burning sweet eternity. Continue reading

  • The Clouds

    Somewhere in the clouds is where you will find me. Am I broken, or am I just me? Floating, somewhere beyond the day. Floating, not quite flying away. As humanity goes, I am far from normal, and yet I’d not… Continue reading

  • Possibilities

    The possibilities are endless. The possibilities are endless. Dare to look. Dare to see. Continue reading

  • To Rest

    What is this life that drags me all the ways through every shard of splintered glass? I want to scream at the sun to stop! Just for a moment, stop. Stop shining there. I want only to wish on the… Continue reading

  • All That I Am

    I am all that I am, and wherever I drift on the wind of today is as it should be, is all that I am. As it should be is all that I am. Continue reading