A few years ago, a teacher encouraged the class I was in to be curious. You know how sometimes you hear something that sounds profound, but you don’t really know what it means.
Possibly, because there are multiple meanings, as if it were a master key to many doors, some of them still hidden. Continue reading “A Meaning of Curiosity”
“I am so incredibly lucky”, I thought, having scaled the last hill, Santa Clara Ave to Monterey Blvd, only 3 downhill miles of the City Loop left, and it wasn’t even noon yet. Continue reading “Another Perfect Saturday. Showing Up”
I like words and the worlds they create. I grew up hiding there, behind books with words in them. At home, to be good was to be quiet.
I like handwritten letters. I remember writing them since I was about 7 years old. Writing home from grandma’s or the camp in the summer. Writing to the best friends who left, one after another. Writing home and to the best friends after I’ve left. Continue reading “Opening up through words, letters, and whatever else comes up”
Leaving is easy.
1. Teagan.
Yin and InnerYoga class in San Francisco, December 2014. I am folded into an intentionally uncomfortable balasana. I am wearing Continue reading “Leaving”
Love letters understated 