I had been searching for you
Searching for me
A version of us
That no longer exists
Neither locked away in a drawer
Nor hidden in the shadows
But void
An outline waiting to be filled once more
With colour
A different fun and folly
Deep knowing
That our loss isn't a tragedy
There is sweetness in transience
and in transit
My heart is tied to yours
For always
Written 21 July, 1.20pm
I see you All parts of you A delicious swirl of joy and grief Euphoria and ennui Held in my gentle stillness The stillness that follows you All parts of you To the farthest ends I cannot help myself For it is what nature dictates I do And I cannot
Would life have been sweeter if I had mothered you instead Soothed your inner child Let you see your power and the beauty of this world For there is more to hold in awe than there is to fear and abhor And we have choice You have always had choice
The first time I set foot in a commercial yoga studio was way back in 2004, but it wasn't until 20 years later that I decided to teach. My own practice had its own ebbs and flows across the years. I swung between asana-crazy periods and jadedness
Quite a lot, as it turns out. There are many days where I feel like we're all living in a dystopian film. And on others, when I look around me, I feel hopeful for humanity. There is still so much that isn't manipulated and hardened by