Goes down a bit like dark chocolate mousse melting on your tongue...
A poem
A meditation on self-love: stepping away from the default critical lens and into an essence of love.
A letter of love and support I wrote to myself near the end of Mom's life, to be sent to myself one month after her death.
Feeling the dust still on my skin.
On what is here, now, in my life.
Observations, thoughts, feelings while on a trek along the Annapurna circuit.
A poem I wrote after laying in the grass on a hill in a jungle near a village in the Himalayan foothills.
Life in the ashram; hard to believe that four days ago I was home in SF.
Some thoughts in the days leading up to leaving for 6+ months of travel.
A poem I wrote on a beach in Big Sur, in late-March of 2018.
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