Hello. This, my first blog post, brings me back to the moment I first heard of “fresh writing.” It changed how I approached the blank page. With that in mind, I could write gently, fearlessly, let the words emerge the way a plant grows and blooms, unforced, reaching up. It felt familiar, deep in my body. It was like a “fresh pose” which is the way I feel when I first attempt a particular asana. Each of the hundreds of poses has been done before, thousands of times in thousands of ways, but in this moment it is unique to me, in this time and place. Justs like each daffodil, each tulip is uniquely fresh and blossomed. Just like each sentence flows out on the page taking its own shape and flavor.