Winter

Winter

My toes will always crave mud between them. My hair needs the scent of lake and sun. I long to press my face into the green things and breathe it into me like a lover. But winter does come. Every year. To bury me in her white darkness. The cover pulls over and I...
Jade Egg

Jade Egg

Years ago, I went away with my jade egg for a long weekend in a cabin in the woods. I had already been practicing quite a bit with this ancient Taoist practice, but this was the first time I really dove in without distractions. I did deep cleansing practices,...