Posted in Apprenticeship with my own passing, Lanscape of Loss

in my face

in my face. lately. every day. in the morning. after sex. when saying goodbye. when taking in the sunset. maybe it’s my age. or my hormones. or the turn of summer. or that my mother & my grandmothers died in this decade. and maybe it’s time to turn around and say thank you. for the reminder that i don’t have forever. that nothing lasts. that this moment. is. everything.



early august, 2017


Lifelong educator, writer, retreat & journey leader, yoga & yogadance instructor.

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