"Who are we? I dream... The molecules, briefly whispering in, then streaming out into the pool of Divinity."
Bali
Morning Practice
"In these insecure days, each and every of those beginning classes felt like I was jumping out of an airplane, never sure if my parachute was there until I pulled the tab and made my shaky descent."
Ubud (I): A Backwards Memory
"The careful stitches over an obsessive relationship with exercise were being pulled out, one by one. Fearfully I set my jaw and pushed onwards, becoming a whirlwind of anxiety separate from the world progressing so beautifully around me."
Invisible Days
"I'm sorry to say it, dear readers, but the next few days will be a moment of relapse, a slip on the lines pulling me up the mountain. This will be a challenging time in which I need to look backwards in order to moves forwards."
