Divided. Mixed. A contradiction, maybe. A paradox at the least. Deep in my soul lies a question, words unformed. It’s as if only an answer will clarify its edges. Therein lies the writer’s task: to dig in heart’s caverns, to sift out the sediment knowledge and reveal… something. But what is it? What is … [Read More]
In Springtime’s Grip
Breathe in. Breathe out. Remember, your breath. Don’t lose it in the movement. Your breath is your center, your stability. Sixty minutes of stretching, holding, and balancing, or shall I say, an attempt at such, constituted my first Yoga session. Skeptical and inexperienced, I entered the room at the invite of a friend and the … [Read More]