Send a Friend a Love Letter

I have the bad habit of hiding and holing myself away for a while. It’s when I’m deep in writing, processing, or thinking. I get a bit estranged from the connectivity of it all. When I emerge, I begin to remember things that I used to do, that I’ve...

Sweet Discomfort

The edge of comfort begins to feel mighty uncomfortable. An extended stretch in yoga class, a twist that goes a bit further than you’re used to, a run that tacks on an extra mile that your body hasn’t done before. When you stretch into your areas of...