Over the past few years, the culture has offered, via books, articles, and blog posts, glorification of joys of one’s own company, single life, single travel, whatever.
I mean, fine, good for the authors. Not proudly, I am not buying. Continue reading “Nothing”
“I’ll take your heart. We’ll need it later,” and she reached her hand deep inside his chest, and she pulled it out with something ruby and pulsing held between her sharp fingernails. It was the color of pigeon’s blood, and it was made of pure light. Rhythmically it expanded and contracted.
-Neil Gaiman, “American Gods”
Sing with me, call and I’ll respond
Play your drums
Dance with me in close embrace
Dance slowly into my open spaces, and I’ll dance into yours Continue reading “Summons”
My roots extend from the heels, from the fronts of the feet, through the mat, through the floor boards, through the concrete foundation, through the dirt, through the bedrock, through the crust, through the mantle, all the way to the hot molten core at the center of the Earth. The Earth’s gravity pulls me down. With equal force, I pull it back up, through the roots, through the heels, through the tailbone, through the back of the heart.
Dr. Eric directs us to open the eyes to a soft gaze and begin to move around the room, roots and all. Continue reading “Seeing. Grounded”
The first pose was Anahatasana in Janet’s class this morning, the heart chakra pose. The guru mantra led to that. I bow toward all the great teachers. Continue reading “Bow from the Heart”
Love letters understated 