cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
At a very young age I learned that anger was bad and led to destruction and disconnection. When my dad’s anger turned toward me, I froze and drifted away to a place far away from that terrifying reality and that terror got stuck inside me. I remember coming home from teaching after having my second…
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Seeing the expansiveness of the clear, blue skies pierced with rays of sunshine, while the cool, crisp air brushes my cheeks, I breathe in deeply the scents of musty earthiness and smoky wood burning. As I slowly walk the streets of my neighborhood, the autumnal sights, smells and sensations bring refreshment to my body. There…
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