feet, bare and winter-dry, meet the mat. good morning. thighs, cold and stiff, cannot forget the herb garden. arms, stretched and open, palms face up to hold the sun. heart, quiet and focused, open wide. namaste.
Man, are there blog posts coming out of the woodwork this week or WHAT??? Everyone who blogs has moments (or weeks… months…) when they have trouble coming up with words and ideas for posts, but when it comes to that time of year when you have to go out and buy a new calendar, the […]
Metaphorical weeds, just like regular old weeds, choke out the beauty that can grow from the seeds we plant in our lives. They suck up all the nutrients and sunshine and water, and leave the herbs and flowers we wanted to see struggling to mature.