Heart

  • The Power of Human Connection in Yoga

    I’ve been doing yoga for a few years, but this year I’ve been going to regular classes. My relationship with yoga is changing. I’ve started doing pilates, and that seems to have built the muscles I’ve needed to really enjoy… Continue reading

  • Heart

    My heart makes it clear when it wants to speak. It softens. Warms. And I listen, as if it might whisper some sort of miracle to me, a recipe to make the aching go away. There has been such joy… Continue reading

  • Tender

    It’s late, and I need to sleep. My heart has been tender, of late. So tender, and I struggle beneath the weight of my own judgements and expectations of myself and life (as many of us do, I’m sure.) Sleep… Continue reading

  • Quietly Contemplating

    I’m an explosion of heart. Tender and soft, especially of late. Quietly contemplating, missing the people I love, whispering a subtle question to the world of nothing around me. Where am I going, and who am I? So much of… Continue reading

  • Perhaps

    Perhaps you might ask your heart what it wants. Perhaps you might listen. Perhaps. Continue reading

  • I Am Here

    Do not look at my face and tell me I am beautiful. Do not look at my skin and see your hands upon my life. Look at me. Look at me. I am here. I have always always been here. Continue reading

  • Far Too Long

    It’s been far too long since I’ve written like this. I’ve just been reading over old diaries, feeling my voice through them, knowing my heart. It made me think of how I used to do that, here. How I used… Continue reading

  • 1946

    He bought it in 1946 for six pounds, which apparently was quite the sum back in the day. He’s 92 and wonderful, my darling neighbour, Joe, I’ll call him. The gigantic relic of a dictionary was his. Now it belongs… Continue reading

  • Home On The Wind

    And today I built a garden. I toiled and sweated, pebble by piece. And today I met my soul again, today I knew my home. How blissful to find home on the wind. How dear to follow the heart where… Continue reading

  • The Absolute Truth

    I know the words I’ve spoken are true; they have been wider and further than the ordinary kind. Those words of the heart that stretch across souls, here they are: truth sending forth her deepest moan. The absolute truth is… Continue reading