The Heart in Spring

Nothing is permanent, so what is real?¬†At the root of all of this change and constant movement, is love, omnipresent and warming, as genuine as the slanted light illuminating the tops of the baby leaves. I love spring. I've never felt so much affection and wonder at this season before, nor has been my heart…

Winter and Spring.

When it was Winter, my hands were cold, by my heart was warm. Now it is spring, my heart is warm, but I still can't feel my fingertips. I've never noticed this season's ethereal vibrancy before, but it's ubiquitous and charming in its romantic innocence. Actually, no, the flowers and the trees are far from…

Recess.

This week, New York caught me by the hood of my winter coat that I still had to wear, with many layers underneath, this late in the season. It's kapha time, as those in yogic and auyervedic circles express, and all that means is I'm moving forward, yet tugged back, experiencing the sensation that time…