I remember in my 20's how they - the proverbial they - spoke of how practices change as bodies grow older. Of course, there are...

A couple years ago, a dearest friend and I looked at the Ram Das book "Be Here Now"...

Ropes are made from multiple strands of material twisted upon themselves...

the fishermen / divers return to shore after fighting the wind, and gut octopuses and other catches along the rocks where the sea...

It's a slow, hot splashing tide pool...

I'm a too-much woman. I am one of those- imbibed with the liquor and sway of too muchness. And then it's never enough...

Universe outside. Universe Inside. Open spaces and their apparent emptiness. Filling space...

The Torah. It is my o.g. root text. I translated it as a child in Hebrew School- which was not an after-school thing, but a full-day...

I haven't seen an outfit in time. A proper one, where the pants match the shirt, and the socks, and the cloth sneakers, maybe a scrunchy...

He said "nip it in the bud". I've been transcribing the yoga sutras onto large pieces of printmaking paper. Thick, it holds watercolor...

I'm staying in this place with two big mirrors in the bathroom. I don't have mirrors at home like these- here, they span the entire sink...

I pray for the woman like me. The one for whom this world has no established "place." May we all find our irreplaceable "place." ...

Backloading. On the heels of Bacon's 4 Stumbling Blocks to Truth, I'm thinking about, while in this state of enoughness...

"I saw the deer, and I swear he said thank you. I know, that's crazy." "I love you... I'm sorry, that's weird." "Could've sworn...

Stealing from the future: How do we pay back, seven generations ahead? Behind? How can we repair? We talk about...

It had been raining hard. But from my perch, it just seemed like it always does- the big atmospheric river moving across the farms...

There's this really curious way that I have been positioning my foot - both on the literal gas peddle, as well as the intellect, and the...

Today, there wasn't too much to sing to- middle of the day though the sun was low. It felt good, the sun out on my skin, I heard a distant..

You are five, and your brother is holding your wrist, and gently slapping your face with your own hand. You giggle.

The ritual food offering. It is prepared, cooked, assembled,  with love and devotion, mainly for a god or goddess in the Hindu tradition...