Listening to my body...or not.
The Queen of Breaks
Space to breathe.
Too Much Silence
Solitude has served its purpose.
Permission to be Tender
A woman's privilege of surrender.
Summertime
My hammock smells like an old musty sail. Everything is thick and sticky this time of day, this time of year, as clouds churn and work themselves into sweaty storms. As humans push against the heavy heat to "get it all done" before the sky dumps. Thunder rolls and lets us know how close we … Continue reading Summertime
I Finally “Get” Sunsets
Cuz I guess they're kinda cool.
My Witch-Doctor Caught Covid
An energy healer in a pandemic.
Clues to Connect
On staying open.
Getting Sensual
Waking up again from the virtual dream world.
One Year Here…And Counting
A traveler folds her wings.
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