The Circle is created A safe container full of Presence Trepidation precedes my entering And builds as the Circle is opened What is hidden in My Bowl awaiting freedom? Guided with empathy and compassion Words stumble out amongst a flood of tears Breathe, Feel the...
Yoga, to me, is a doorway inward To Unravel the habits, patterns and conditioning that had/have my body twisted in knots and tension To Relinquish me from the relentless rant of my monkey mind To Find an Incredible Inner Peace I had no idea existed To Discover the...
