Play a Day: A New Leaf
A woman reaches into the back of her closet, and dusting off her yoga mat, slings it over her shoulder and heads out the door.
The stories we tell matter.
A woman reaches into the back of her closet, and dusting off her yoga mat, slings it over her shoulder and heads out the door.
I’m usually not a huge fan of labels. I prefer to self-identify in ambiguous terms. Life is complicated and if I learned anything in graduate school it’s that dichotomies are always false, if easier for the human brain to comprehend… Read moreThe Power of Words
Tonight the sunset was beautiful here. And I felt grateful to see it. It is a small blessing in my life that it is no longer pitch black when I get off work… nothing is worse than feeling it’s the… Read moreThoughts in the Bath
It’s the new year and a time when a lot of people are making New Year’s Resolutions, and a common one is always dieting. I, on the other hand, have never been big on dieting. I love food and I… Read moreMy Body, Myself
There are some insights I’ve been wanting to hash out, but I’ve been too sick and brain fuzzy. I woke up this morning with laryngitis and had to call in, so I’ve had the day to rest and sleep. Feeling… Read moreA World of Abundance