The wall of my office is a patchwork of quotations, scotch-taped cutouts hanging from the bookcases every which way. One of them has been reaching out to me for days.
My nature is subdued to what it works in, like the dyer’s hands.
-William Shakespeare
The unconscious works interestingly, in that I have
Lately I have been doing a lot of yoga and breathwork – in the Dreams and Yoga class that I offer with yoga teacher Lindsay Wilson, along with classes in Weaverville’s yoga studio with Mary Morgaine Thames, and recently at the retreat in Georgia where a wonderful yoga teacher worked
I have never bothered to post pictures before, but today, wanting to honor Snow, my captor, I decided to put up these shots I took just a few minutes ago. The one on the left is outside my back door, the one on the right is my sweat lodge on a