We each have this aching, this thirst for our truth. Not THE truth, or the truth of everything, but our … More
Category: Beaches
Like Children & Lovers
Earlier this week, I taught a particularly heartfelt yin yoga class, the kind where yogis connect, not through words but … More
The Reading
“It couldn’t be clearer,” she said, pointing at the 3 cards laid out in perfect symmetry on the embroidered cloth. … More
Honey and the Moon
The morning sun was seeping through the flimsy maroon curtains; his watch alarm was beeping in the typical, slightly pestering, tone; a … More
The Proclivity to Run
A warm and rough coconut nestled between her hands as the hammock cradled her lithe yet bountiful form. Her skin … More
