Sometimes

Sometimes, I lie on the floor (of my living room which has a perfectly good sofa and armchair in it) and I stare at the ceiling, and I let my thoughts wander. Sometimes, I sit on the floor when I’m visiting friends, even if there are chairs free. Sometimes,...

Have you felt like this, too?

I am done with being something I’m not. I long and strive to grow fully into the person I am underneath. Wild retreats with people like me. Revelling in nature and her seasons and her strength. Spending time in contemplation and meditation and now. Stop...