The Field Of Light
I sit in this field waiting for you. The smell of an early Spring blossoming in the air. The mist of the morning dissipating in the glistening sun. Trickles of
I sit in this field waiting for you. The smell of an early Spring blossoming in the air. The mist of the morning dissipating in the glistening sun. Trickles of
The tangled web of confusion Winding through my heart Breaks upon your essence Coming closer with my breath. Thousands of pieces of shattered glass sealed back together in golden light
You’ll often hear a teacher in yoga class say, “Let go of that which you cannot control.” Or “detach from the outcome.” Or even, “Practice non-attachment.” One of the Yamas
…just perhaps not in the way you imagined. I prayed to be strong; I remembered my trauma. I prayed to be patient; I walked the road to feeling whole. I
Today is a big day. Two years ago today I woke up and a part of me didn’t want to be here anymore. I was lost, in despair, and felt