To come undone. To unwind out of delirium and into sweet softness. To cast off the unruly wire, barbed with memories of wrongs, done unto and by you. Hair falls knotted and frantic across your forehead, sticky with dew as you wrestle with what is and was. Can you come undone? Can you let it […]
Yogini, Wife, Hobby-Farmer, Woods Woman, Lover of the Moon, Stars and as Excavator of Truth. I spend most of my days deep in the heart of the British Columbia interior, mixing up ancient ayurvedic potions, coaching kick-ass women, guiding sacred movement and unravelling the mysteries of the stars. To add to that, I am also a massive dog-lover, obsessive book fanatic and have an unresolved case of Wanderlust.