Writing for myself again
This is an AI-free zone, featuring my haphazard musings as a curious human.
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A long marriage
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
The eye of the storm
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
A letter to my mother
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
What I learned about myself after becoming a yoga teacher
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