Transformation
I get to watch a baby being born. He tells me I am holding too tightly. The birth of the new is the old transformed. The baby flops out, the … Continue readingTransformation
Connecting to the wisdom within.
I get to watch a baby being born. He tells me I am holding too tightly. The birth of the new is the old transformed. The baby flops out, the … Continue readingTransformation
I read a poem by Oria Mountain Dreamer in a yoga class one evening, and when a woman asked for a copy to read to her Women’s Group I thought, … Continue readingWomen’s Circles