Sometimes it takes a major shift in our lives to break free from our own resistance to change. For Miki, meditation, yoga, and many other forms of artistry carried her through some of her darker times. And so, she continues to imbue grace and compassion.
I wake up to the usual procession of two immaculately timed alarms. Blinking hard, I rotate the knob on my pink Himalayan sea salt lamp to counteract the already-dawning dose of S.A.D. or seasonal affective disorder (self-diagnosed, of course). The curtains open at my command and bring streams of light tumbling into the otherwise shaded…
Originally Published for the Bentley Vanguard on February 9th, 2015 10:52 am. I glance down, for the sixth time this morning, at the tiny silver second-hand ticking away on my timepiece. The loop is late and mind you, it’s never late. An icy speckled snowflake briefly lands on the back of my hand and shrivels…