No. 3 A lot of my childhood memories are hazy, and most of them were borne and tendered to by older family members, and the occasional spilling of secrets and gossip chains. From these bits and pieces it is hard to know where I begin. Sometimes it feels as though my history, my understanding of […]
I’ve been asking myself questions like: Who gets to be ‘the self’? Who gets to exist and participate in humanity within the fullness in which I can only desire and fantasize about?
From the moment I wake up, I am trying to be my most restorative and transformative self. I think it is essential to practice both…