Those of you who live in Atlanta know that highway 285 allows us to bypass traveling through the center of our city to get just about anywhere we want to go. You also know that there are times when 285 is painfully congested. The other option takes us straight into the heart of our city.
Being with child I have become ACUTELY aware of how often people comment on my looks and women’s looks/bodies in general. I even had to ask my husband do people comment on his looks/body multiple times a day. He said “uh, no, hardly ever.” Being a yoga teacher and engaging with people’s bodies as my
The gentle overcomes the strong. I am looking at a river flow; a steady, slow, stream. There are heavy rocks anchored beneath the pulsing river. I lean forward to sense the depth and touch the movement of this moment. Up close, I see the rocks worn, clearly effected, transformed even– by the ambling unhurried dance
In my life, many things have kept me up at night. Lately, I stay awake long after the high moon to dream: To walk through the hallways of my vision To touch all of the images, ideas, and wild things there To feel what I’m creating from the raw cells of my heart/soul To taste
We are continually becoming/being who we actually are. This is what I mean. I found an old ‘thumb’drive (remember those) and came across this passage I’d written from my yoga teacher training application back in 2007: “I want to cultivate the kind of centeredness and stillness that will allow me to move through