All balled up - that is what my piano teacher, Mrs. Carson, used to say whenever I was in that place of intense emotional respon...

My body has not always been my friend. Or more accurately, I have not been the best of friends to my body. As a child I had pretty rotten ...

Excuse me ... you'll have to speak up, I have trouble hearing over all the voices in my head ... Have we met before? Because you look...

I had one of those days when i thought my head was going to explode ... nothing for it but to breathe, try to find my center, look for my ce...

(a little end of winter madness ...) dear lis - i wonder where you are? i sit waiting, eager for your touch, your gaze ... i long to purr...

My stomach has been bothering me lately. Which is annoying because I have been eating well and cannot for the life of me figure out what is...

I am looking for clues ... Who is this woman? I am whoever I choose to be in any given moment ... (for an inspiring post for those of us we...

I love Winter, I really do. I love the sound of snow falling; the intense quiet after a storm; the sense of hidden spaciousness when the la...