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The last day of April is a bridge into knowing.
My birthday came and went. A wind blown through a sheer white curtain. As I was doing laundry today, I heard a noise above my head. A fluttering of wings. An impatience of flight. I jumped at the sound. tick tick tick. Looking up, I noticed that it was a dragonfly. The dragonfly was red.…
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a disconnected self meets an open sky.
On the tip of my tongue sits the coming of spring. Like flower petals I begin to open up and shed the armor that I have shrouded my body with during winter. Nature turned towards hibernation but outside of my window the sky was still blue. No snow on the island this year, we can…
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Ignoring the Algorithm with a Cup of Coffee.
Was it in the lack of concern for being considered cool? For being seen? Was it because I liked to sleep in? Was it my love for procrastination and self-doubt? Maybe if I focused all my energy into getting my downward dog correct or into lifting myself into crow, possibly I could tilt my world…
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The sense of nothing 