the sound of less
The Sound of Less Yoga Poetry Poem it’s what you leave out removing those things...
curious again
yoga poetry feels like a Sunday stuff can wait… up early before the others...
claiming it…
i could be, leaping for a fly ball ferrying a puck swinging a club made...
namaste, a magical shift from “me” to “we”
This is for Tanya”¦ She’s a single mom with three kids. She works behind the...
calming the mind through a yoga practice
Much like our passing thoughts, soap bubbles arrive in a flurry. Scattering randomly into the...
a yogini ponders her political leanings
Can I be Both? So, I’m walking up 5th Avenue one early Saturday morning. The...