Writing. Kintsugi. My Nana's hands. I wrote with both hands in a writing class a few years ago. We wrote using our right (dominant, for me) and our left (non-dominant) hands. I started the exercise with pen and paper and journal and then moved to ...

An ecstatic delight It’s been inside of me all along, the quiet voice that knows, the abiding hands that hold, the fearless heart that breaks — in the cracks and crevasses of a body seeking to breathe in peace, breathe out love, breathe in pea...

Nyepi. Luck. Resistance. This week was Nyepi. The Balinese celebrate Nyepi, a day of silence in the spring of the year as part of their New Year tradition. It is a day meant to clear the way. Eeryone sits in silence on Nyepi. Roads are empty. Shop...

Poetry is the synthesis of hyacinths and biscuits. Carl Sandburg April is National Poetry Month. I have made it a practice for several years to blog about poetry. From celebrating the craft of Poet Laureates, to mining the riches of new poets’ w...