Nayla's Corner

She fantasized about the seeds she’d plant for young women, as she sat under the shade of trees planted for her by grandmothers near and far.

Grounding didn’t require her to stop daydreaming. She could learn to do both.

The coffee table sat wildly askew… making her insides churn, as she straightend it with a smile.

Body. Connection. Creativity. Learning. Spirituality.

The cat at the foot of my bed. Coffee on the couch. Yoga when I’m being good. A quick poem. A deep breath.