Tag: life
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a series of great rememberings
A girl once told me a story of a whole being that split itself in two so it could know the joy of reuniting its parts. The truth of wholeness was made even more precious when juxtaposed against suffering and separateness. I don’t remember the details of the story – where it came from, how…
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writing practice
I’m reading Writing Down the Bones again. It, among other things, is making me feel brave. In Bones, Natalie Goldberg reminds us how important it is to give ourselves permission to write the “worst junk in the world.” In another chapter, entitled Composting, she says: “It takes a while for our experience to sift through our consciousness. For instance, it…
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an endless chain of paper dolls
I am sitting cross-legged on a yoga mat while a world unfolds inside my mind’s eye, a clear vision of rolling hills and the glint of sunshine reflected off blades of grass and pooled in leaves. First, from within my own body, I am in a line of women that are all me, from my…
nathalie shushan 