???????????????? Guest Poem by Alyra Rose Breath breathed into lungs forgotten mouth wide open gulping air like it was your last chance remembering what has always been there hello old friend...

I once heard a story from a friend?s mother who, whenever her children would act out, whine, or throw a tantrum, would first make sure her children were fed, bathed and...

Trapped inside ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing, there is a bed of nails.? I?ll meet you there. When the soul is confined in this tug of war, the world is too...

Having returned home from 6 weeks of practice and retreat with the Awakening Women yoginis, I find myself home, wanting to let words touch my untouchable experience, wanting to share every...

About a week ago, I had a bike accident, hitting my head, scraping the left side of my body, and landing myself a visit to the ER. In the moments after...

Last night, I returned home from a 2-month journey to India, Norway, and Germany, going deep into my own practice and commitment to truth, assisting in Awakening Women retreats, and falling...

I want to share with you a place inside me even lovers don?t know about. ? Where pain and pleasure meet, merge in their intensity Bringing me to shudder and convulse,...

Life is a throbbing mystery. ? Delicate, with an ever-changing landscape. Tempered with seasons of grace and despair, Clarity and chaos, Ecstasy and disaster. Exquisite as a supernova, Mundane as Sunday...

Have you ever noticed that the quality and texture of color, sound, and sensation is richer in your dreams? ?That even the most mundane dreams have a sparkle to them? How...