At the edge of more change something is lost. It triggers an onslaught of self reflection and wondering. Meanwhile, a poem is born.

Found, a poem story read by Ann

Telling a story about teaching my first yoga class in NYC in the 90's at Hope Orchards for Sweet Tree Arts. Fall 2019

What's the worst that could happen?

My response to the first day of self-quarantine. Relax. Remember. Find your basic goodness.

Join me from my "office" for a meditation on sacred spaces and creativity.