Unsure and unsteady in any sort of practice, I rely on notes to myself as reminders of ways of being that seem good enough to try and beneficial. The idea that a practice is something that leads to a deeper place of residence within your own being has come to be through those...
Yo mama!
My mother Lena was a beauty. We called her Leaping Lena. A few months back I believe I teased that I would share how she got that name. But I can’t do that today. It’s Mother’s Day after all and that wouldn’t be right. I do miss my mom. For all of us that...
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