remember.

remember.

  remember when you’d dream so freely your body nearly lifted up into the cosmos? remember when everything felt possible because it was only the beginning? remember the certainty you held for a life filled with travel and discovery? of love so deep and...
allowance.

allowance.

      “you are allowed to be you” she said as we held savasana. that’s when the tears came. where along the way did i begin to believe something different? i haven’t always felt at home on this earth. my round thoughts never...
longing.

longing.

The longing is loud, most days. Every day. Mostly at night. Mornings, too. And those frequent times I wake up in the middle of the night. It’s when I feel closest to my desires. The house quiet, settled where everything within me has space to rise up. The longing is...