Tag: love
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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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rejoicing, somehow
My skin has come alive, shimmering, sensitive to the lightest touch. A sigh pours from my mouth when my hair brushes against my back. It’s new and tender. Pleasure has been the focus of my exploration for the past few years but I have a teacher now1, someone to offer tools, support and guidance, so…
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getting to the heart of it
I just want love not to feel like a minefield. I need to excavate my body of its fear, it has rooted down deeper than my awareness. Mines like memories I can hardly recall of broken glass and my mother crying, bags packed hidden in the closet, chaos that became so comfortable I had to…
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how you changed me
written in the fall of 2014, a poem I wrote in college that’s never seen the outside of my poetry class
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not all those wander
You mean to walk a straight path but, comme d’habitude, you’re distracted by the splendor of this magical city that you’re lucky enough to call home. The quiet, unassuming side streets call to you, one after another, until suddenly you notice that you’ve lost your way. Your eyes are open wide in an attempt to…
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deep shoulder healing
The main goal of my trip was to create a space that felt safe enough to explore the connection between my mind and body. There was a disconnect that I was desperate to resolve. All of the work I had done finally felt like it was starting to pay off when I made it to…
nathalie shushan 