The soul can replenish itselfIf you let it. You must waterHerEveryday,First thing in the morning. EarlyWith the sunAs they tickle the cloudsA gentlePink. You must give her spaceTo breathe.But the inhalesMust beFull.Nothing around her waist.Nothing touchingThat soft,Supple stomach until it expandsTo the tipsOf its reach. There must also be roomFor exhalationEnough time forpowerfulTransverse muscle webToContinue reading

Dissecting the Bird

I have been feeling off the past several days. De-centered, if you will. I’m doing all of the “right” things:I have my daily ritual.I drink water.I write about my emotions while I sit in font of my happy lamp. I work out or I dance for a minimum of 30 minutes.I meditate for 10 minutes,Continue reading “Dissecting the Bird”

Ode to Growth— Uncomfortable and Honest

It’s not about the foodit’s about the messI want this lessI don’t know how to confessthe messduressundressthe messmy messI canttrustways that I am over this. I don’t want to speak—it’s the silence that feeds my dissatisfaction I am a recovering people pleaseras they sayI’d rather whither awaycry in my office dailysuffer loads of emotional painContinue reading “Ode to Growth— Uncomfortable and Honest”

Thoughts I Had On My First Day of Running Participants for My Own Research Study

“Wow, talking about drool is very unsexy,” and other internal quotations from a first day of collecting data for my first human participant research.