My Body of Truth
I dance back into my bones, into my animal nature long disowned. Deep into the bones, I dream my human...
I dance back into my bones, into my animal nature long disowned. Deep into the bones, I dream my human...
I knit my days into a patchwork quilt of memory, soon to become an ancestor myself. Today I’m at one...
“Slow down and down and down in widening rings of Being”. Rumi described what I now live; the quieting of...
What happens inside a singer when entrained with other singers? When I’m singing from my heart, inside a human hive,...