Poems for noticing and being with our physical selves- our body as a temple, a home. A place of miracles, griefs, joys, and complexities.

The Journey One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice -- though...

After the Fire You ever think you could cry so hard that there’d be nothing left in you, like how the wind shakes a tree in a storm until...