What I Remember

It's the love I remember. From the stranger or the soulmate, the smallest act of kindness; each one saying, I love you. I remember the shaming and the pain too, but the love gives them room to be seen, room to breathe. That's how I know it's the way forward and backward and in and … Continue reading What I Remember

The Exhale

The bottom of the exhale is the scariest place to be. In yoga In the ocean In life We are beyond empty here Completely exposed, in need, at the mercy of life to grant us that next precious inhale. As terrifying as it is, it is just as liberating just as f***ing freeing to have nothing, to … Continue reading The Exhale