4 April 2020, 3:28pm lines of flowering trees branches outstretched to toss petals like confetti into my lap. nowhere to be, alone and content bearing witness to the simple radiance of springtime pink against green and blue against white. sunlight filtering down onto my page, casting light over my words planting freckles on my cheeks [...]
Feeling at home within your own mind and body is hard work. It would be so easy to slip out a side door, where distraction and hardship and conflict all compete for your attention. Where your daily routine placates you and drains all your energy. Where you're asked to give more and more of yourself [...]
I write the way I practice yoga. To write, to finally sit down and put myself before the blank paper or the flashing cursor, is half the battle. Just as the road to sitting down on a mat is lined with signs telling me to turn back. I swat away excuses circling me like flies [...]
Bridget Cook 