September 09, 2020
Flowers unfurling, and arms outstretched. And as all the windows and doors open, we hear music. And it says, 'Hello, Spring, we love you.'
August 21, 2020
Music to dance to.Poetry to drift to.Choreography to shift you.Sunlight to stun you.
August 07, 2020
July 21, 2020
Hands are unbearably beautiful. They hold on to things. They let things go. —Mary Ruefle
July 07, 2020
It’s our poem. —Eileen Myles
June 02, 2020
Progress means nothing to presence. —Ursula Le Guin
May 19, 2020
All the stories I have ever heard, stand silent in the space beside me. —Ali Cobby Eckermann
May 06, 2020
Is it not true, my friend, that the river has very many voices?. —Herman Hesse (Siddhartha).
April 21, 2020
On a branch. Floating downriver. A cricket, singing. —Kobayashi Issa.
April 08, 2020
We are Nature, long have we been absent, but now we return. —Walt Whitman
March 18, 2020
Free e-books, 80s yoga lessons and live music. How to home isolate like you actually want to.
February 12, 2020