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THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO YOUR SAINTED MOTHER

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Writing is for another. Like talking, speech is for the other. May this white space surrogate for the natural appearance of thought, uncensored. In bygone years, mother’s vision took upon a likeness of ‘white space’. Her thoughts took flight. They were like wings of creative energy, expressed without pause, without censorship.

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TADASANA, THE MOUNTAIN POSE

In YOGA by Fiona RoseLeave a Comment

She was small, you might say she looked somewhat forelorn. Yet her naked feet with their wide-spread toes, lightly gripped the soil beneath them. She stood with light balance, there was strength, dignity in her pose.