Befriending One’s Soul

  In those cold January days, early in the year of the answers, she practiced holding her own soul. At dawn, at dusk, fully. She kept an eye on it all day long. Whenever it murmured or whimpered she stopped…

the yoga diaries

In sync with Yoga

I love trees. Especially big ones with deep green colored leaves or weeping willows that seem embrace the earth with their long branches.  I love the vivid colors in the autumn months. Trees represent (for me) strength, adaptability, wisdom and…


my own meditation

“Why do you come to sit in meditation? Why don’t you make writing your practice? If you go deep enough in your writing, it will take you everyplace.” (From Natalie Goldberg’s Writing Down the Bones)



and so stillness found the girl who chased her tail the girl who, like rooted tree, weathered storm season in all of it’s facets it happened slowly an it spoke wisely of notions of deep bonds morphed from the passing…