Small doses of connection, warmth, and healing tended through essays, reflections, and poetry.
The Practice of Being
Taught and Stolen
I wasn't trying to change my health. I was trying to change my body. And that something was not a why strong enough. It was patriarchy’s why. Take up less space. Be smaller. Quieter. Contained. Don’t be too “this” or “that”. Every industry trying to profit from that one “fix” that will make me more acceptable. It didn’t start with me and it won’t end with me but that was the heartbreak. That this fracture and loss of hope was taught to me and stolen from me.
Mother’s Day
One of the final nights
the words are flowing
On the teachers I didn’t choose
It was there all along
Being with dying
Reframes and realities
Refinement, not resolution
Capacity
The Scales - by Maddie Landers
The shirt
Maybe Rest Isn’t About Stopping
my current yoga practice
is it enough?
Writer Spotlight: Kelly Rook Daly
seasons of change
teachings from my greatest teacher
unsteady ground