I love yoga. When I first discovered it several years ago, I was in heaven—the breathing exercises and quiet nature of the classes helped my stress levels go down and
Rachel Carson predicted in the early Sixties (in her groundbreaking Silent Spring) what unregulated capitalism (with uncontrolled pesticide use) would do to the planet. We didn’t listen then and
I love words. I do. Read them, sing them, speak them, whisper them, shout them, whatever; I’m pretty much into it. But sometimes they simply get in the way.
