Softness

I’d like to imagine a space where time is treated like we are gardens rather than machines - where time is attuned to our individual needs and given consistently, given softly, given with care.

Rest is soft, or sensual. It’s massaging your own palms with your thumbs, or

touching a purring cat, or holding a warm mug of tea, or smelling flowers or

coffee beans or cut-up herbs

I recently took up drumming. Again.

One of the first things you realize, other than you suck, is that you’re gripping the sticks too hard.

A tight grip denies certain degrees of freedom, limits subtlety, and ups the fatigue factor. Plus you give up the gift of bounce the drum heads happily offer. It’s like you’re constantly paying interest vs. borrow... See more

When I am in good hands I open myself to a state of curiosity and appreciation. I allow myself to suspend preconceived notions. I give you freedom to take me where you want to go. I immerse myself in your worldview and pause judgement