It is no secret that I am a hardcore morning person and that my small daily rituals are pretty much sacred. Being a dancer, I always feel that it is equally important to prepare both my mind and body for the day ahead. However, travel is one of those wonderful but precarious things that has the power to knock everything off center, especially if you happen to be traveling in a place like Vietnam where the culture is completely new and unknownRead More
Some Poetry for Dawn. Wake up just a notch earlier on the clock, and the mist in the distant hills will tell you what you’ve been missing. Lavender light spanning the spectrum of sky until it becomes orange and bright. Birds feeding on the terrace ledge, fighting for bread kernels you left out the night before.
The self-given gift of slowly moving limbs, stretching and creaking awake, instead of flailing in a rush out the door. And quiet. Think of the quiet you’ve been missing.
Every morning the world is created. Mornings are poems. Whispering sheets, hazy eyelids, the still blue darkness. Our living room window shade is old and creaky and has to be opened from the outside, so I start each day shuffling around the terrace, hauling open wooden panels, always taking a moment to gaze out of our little box of a viewRead More