i am grateful.

i am grateful.

i am grateful for the discomfort the wonderful blissful discomfort that keeps me squirming on questions i am grateful for the questions, the asking, the search. the way my mind cannot sit still and tells stories like a choose-your-own-ending mystery book i loved...
my advanced practice.

my advanced practice.

My advanced practice is not a headstand Or a handstand Or that twisty arm balancy thingy I learned to do last year after days on end of trying. My advanced practice isn’t how deep I twist Or how floaty I get Or how I move in rhythm with everyone else in the room...