of self love, vulnerability, and of course, donkeys
Twisted, tangled trails With sprawling vines and Dangling branches like Curious fingertips flickering In the shifting winds We wander---we all wander. One step atop another, Our foot, paw, claw, and Hoof prints melded along Muddled puddled paths We wander---we all wander. Purple weeds and fungus Steps swirling tree trunks That tower indimidatingly And must sway... Continue Reading →
I'm standing on the back patio, cool wind brushing over my skin. It's rare to feel an April chill down here in Texas and yet, here I am wishing I'd worn a light jacket. Above me, a green basket hangs with bright, pink impatiens spilling over the edges of it; sprinkles of shedded pedals flickering... Continue Reading →
Last week, I hosted an event to raise money for the charity in which I volunteer to help save donkeys. I considered the potential to serve a greater good by combining two of my very favorite things: yoga and donkey rescue. The result was an overwhelming success where not only was money raised to help... Continue Reading →
Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the night, Not a creature was stirring in the cold air’s bite. The chickens were snug in their coop with care, In floofy, puffed feathers blocking raw, winter air. The donkeys were nestled all snug in their shed, While layers of clouds stretched out above head. And... Continue Reading →
I relaxed my back against the coolness of the wrought-iron chair in which I’d been sitting and leaning forward for the past half-hour while pulling my smudged glasses from my face. On the desk in front of me, I closed the large, three-ring binder that is packed full of printouts of guided meditations that I... Continue Reading →
A Donkumentary 