Ohm

Waking up with my love. Hot sex. Coffee. Business as usual. Yoga, yoga and more yoga. Mommying. Singing. Crying. More singing and crying. Harmonium playing. More hot sex. Yummy books. Deeeelish.

It was a very “Pema Birthday” this year. 35. Things came together, and they fell apart, they came together again, and fell apart again. All the while Pema was by my side. Laughing.

I am blessed.