Restlessness, a vision.
I don’t fly with other people. It’s just something I’ve never had the privilege of doing. Maybe it’s time for a change?
I was incandescent, even as I felt like I was dying inside. Fire requires oxygen to burn; my soul was fuel.
This afternoon, I sat in O’Hare airport for hours.
I went to my hometown salon this week, to see the stylist who had been taking care of hair (owning it, in his words) since I was in junior high, and we did something we’d never done before: We cut my hair.
Moving, the cause of such interesting emotions.
Too many of us get into the habit of holding our breath to hide ourselves.
What happens when we stop holding and start breathing?