Some people love chaos. Some people are all about their routines. I’ve got a better take on it: how about just finding your beat? How about just figuring out your rhythm?
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.
Fire is the greatest alchemist the world has ever known.
Still waters are always the sign of something deep(er).
Too many of us get into the habit of holding our breath to hide ourselves.
What happens when we stop holding and start breathing?