discomfort

I don’t know who I am anymore

But you do. Your anchors keep you in place. Anchors like these. The sound of chamomile tea brewing, nightly, sipping slowly silently in the threshold of another day ending. All is well. Preparing your favourite curry like a magician meticulously mixing her concoction – cutting the vegetables, fiercely, dropping the spices in with abundance. TheContinue reading “I don’t know who I am anymore”

i change shape daily

the forest changes daily. winter – Her bare bones barely holding. And now, summer, the paths have narrowed in bloom with aliveness. Every morning, the Body of Earth changes a little: not even a second of stagnancy or doubt shadows Her surface. And just like that, our Body too mimics the movement of the EarthContinue reading “i change shape daily”