Sorrow
I offer my sorrow which seemly merely tepid
To the murdered, the taken and their tribes
The angst and guttural depth of the hurt
Must beat them and burn them alive
Let’s transform the hate
It’s the only path
Tricia Schwaba, June 2025
Sunrise of Her Evolving Self
The sun sets on her self doubt
No longer the strong harsh
high-noon light it once was
Glaring, blinding her
access to essence
The deep blue infinity expands
A void from which the
new sun of credence rises
Revealing the rich soil of
her authentic self
And with it the realization
that it is she alone
Who cultivates the many
& varied blooms
As she flows through
the autumn of her life
Tricia Schwaba 2025
Gentle Yoga Series, let's start standing
Seated Yoga Series May 2025
Gentle Yoga Series, May 2025
Remember your body is your best guide. Make this series your own and enjoy.
PS sorry for the blurriness— working on the filming process :O
Francis Plays Jimi Hendrix
Spontaneous Contemplation- Holistic Wellness
Spinal Range of Motion- Cat Cow Explained
Gentle Yoga Series- from the archives
Bolster Stretching
The Maples by Marie Howe
John O'Donohue
And patiently learn to receive the self
You have forsaken for the race of days.
You have traveled to fast over false ground;
Now your soul has come to take you back.
Take refuge in your senses, open up
To all the small miracles you rushed through.
Be excessively gentle with yourself.
Stay clear of those vexed in spirit.
Learn to linger around someone of ease
Who feels they have all the time in the world.
Gradually, you will return to yourself,
Having learned a new respect for your heart
And the joy that dwells far within slow time
John O’Donohue, from For One Who Is Exhausted
Consolations From the Kiln
Pottery source: Anon Photo Source: The Marginalian
Pope Francis
December 17, 1936 - April 21, 2025
Rest In Peace & Power Pope Francis.
Thanks for the
positive change you brought.
Please watch over us &
guide us out of
these troubled times.
What You Don't Lose, Lazy Yogi
An Ode To Roy- a Fine Canine
To dear old Roy, the shaggy blonde that he was.
A wee bundle of sweetness & oh was he loved.
Up in the mystic he now trots, free of pain.
You will be missed sweet Roy,
Even as our tenderness dose wane.
Tricia Schwaba, From the Archives