You are Enough

Enough

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I was outside. It was night. Someone was behind me: his hands on the small of my back propelling me dangerously forward with enormous force. I was scared. I tried to decompress the uncomfortable arch in my back but the force was too great. I…
A witch reclaims herself

The Little Black Bag

I heard a story today about ‘the little black bag.’  One of my yoga teachers told the story of when she first realized that she loved to write.  She was in 2nd grade. But then at a parent teacher meeting her teacher indicated that perhaps…