Transparent Sea, and All Its Colors and Shapes.
On the abysmal screen, where all hues of the visible light spectrum are swallowed, elusive shapes of my precious ones appear.
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Dance: My Panacea of Choice.
Those of you reading this, totally unconvinced, who might never imagine walking into a dance studio, who have been telling yourself that you don’t know how to dance (in the absence of alcohol and over-based club music), you are the exact people who would find the greatest healing from this most ...
The Heart Breaking Open: Release Me.
Exposing the heart and soul to the openness required for growth requires letting go of the constructs of our individual identities, in order to become a part of the larger, unquantifiable, indescribable, indestructible loop. It requires extreme vulnerability and attention to uncertainty.