We each have this aching, this thirst for our truth. Not THE truth, or the truth of everything, but our … More
Tag: beach yoga
The Reading
“It couldn’t be clearer,” she said, pointing at the 3 cards laid out in perfect symmetry on the embroidered cloth. … 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
Sunshined Flowers
Opening the heart. This old cell of a chest cavity. It’s not a breaking or shattering but an invigorating cracking. … More
Moon Dancer Diaries 