A letter about writer's block and finding gravity.
A Meditation
"Who are we? I dream... The molecules, briefly whispering in, then streaming out into the pool of Divinity."
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."
Gacaca
"I don't have time to read much, but what I do brings light back into me. Forgiveness. The courts brought together victims and perpetrators, the eyes and ears of society open as a people apologized to another. As a people forgave a people. As individuals accepted an unknown future, together."
Land of a Thousand Hills
"I wonder if the energy I am radiating is somehow linked to this amazing place that, until today, I never would have imagined as being the way that it is."
The Alchemy of Wandering 