I have resurrected myself to the learning of how to be alone. I have introduced myself to my aloneness and made it an intimate friend.
I don’t want to carry my heart around like a burden anymore. I long for connection and compassion and partnership.
I don't know about you, but I fall in love all the time. I fell in love the other day with a piece of handcrafted chocolate and a cup of coffee, the praises and sounds coming from within me, and the time I took to savor and enjoy, surely was just another kind of lovemaking. It was the most ...
To be honest, my friend, I’ve been starting to feel a little lonely in Yoga. Everyone’s on their mat, pretending not to see each other. Fidgeting with their Manduka mat. Confined like yogis sitting on their mat-islands. Lonely but safe. Safe but lonely.