I observed Natalie, watching a hafla afterparty in full swing. She'd just performed, and her kohl-rimmed eyes were still blazing, framed by a large feathered headdress.
Category: Balance
The Enrichment Circle: Jaia
A hug from Jaia is a thing of wonder. She waits, listens, heart-to-heart, until your breathing begins to synchronize. She invites you to be present in the moment, with another human being, with yourself.
The Enrichment Circle: DeAnna
When DeAnna's infectious laugh reaches my ears, I am instantly at home. DeAnna and I share so many obsessions for unusual things like skeletons, getting up in the pre-dawn light, having a spreadsheet for everything, and communing with our psoas muscles.
The Touchstone of Balance
If I take each Touchstone as a stepping stone, one proceeding easily to the next, Desire leads to Presence, where I finally stand still long enough to hear what stories my being craves to write. Presence, then, gives way to Balance, where I seek a compromise between all the possibilities this moment holds.
Touchstone Sigil Stickers
Teejei is designing the most amazing sigils to accompany each of the seven Touchstones of the book: Desire, Presence, Balance, Circle, Compassion, Spirit, and Integration. And by supporting the project, you can select some of them to be printed onto clear, die-cut stickers.
The Enrichment Circle: Teejei
When it comes to introducing the women who make up this Enrichment Circle, Teejei is the logical first choice
Maintaining Intentions
Recently, I crossed a writing milestone: 40% complete with my rough draft. I only wish I could calculate how much of that has involved a Siamese fur barnacle purring against my left leg.
Sometimes Balance Looks Like Enchiladas
When choosing a word to represent something I wanted more of in my life, I boldly declared it to be my year of Presence. And then immediately wrote Joy on the first rock to find me.
Learning Lines
Do avenging angels swoop down From Point A to Point B? Or do they dally, Restless with conjugations? It was a soft Georgia summer night in 1995, the night I scrawled these words into my journal book.  I'd been rehearsing for a production of Romeo and Juliet at a small theatre in Marietta Square, and words… Continue reading Learning Lines