Lights are dimmed. The room is silent except for the low crackle of the old fireplace.
She sits on the edge of the couch, knees bent, feet flat on the cushion, wrapped in her favorite black kimono silk robe, naked beneath it, entirely free. Her book rests open in her
If the thought of your next meal brings anxiety and bloating instead of contentment and joy – welcome home, dear one. You’ve come to the right place.
I can’t count the number of times I had to change my outfit before leaving the house because of the discomfort of
Lately, I’ve been thinking about motivation, and how I’m simply no longer available for the kind that feels like force.
Maybe I’m being too harsh with Mr. Motivation.
But I wonder if what we call a lack of motivation is simply the absence of inner desire.
And
If the thought of your next meal brings anxiety and bloating instead of contentment and joy – welcome home, dear one. You’ve come to the right place.
I can’t count the number of times I had to change my outfit before leaving the house because of the discomfort of