studies of
a circle

My grandmother died on a Friday. She died in her home, in her bed, a newly started book still in her hands. I got a message Saturday...

if heaven is a place I have walked through its hallways I have laid in its grasses, and brushed Its fingers through my hair. if heaven is...

I am practically spewing open. Thoughts, poems, ideas, colors, music. There’s a desire to catch all of it and also a knowing of the...

i have nearly forgotten the feeling of home. Of making plans, of knowing the restaurant owner. Of having somewhere that i need or could...

This year in the realm of Yoga, I experienced a massive, massive loss. I have never felt as confident and connected to my sharing and...