This morning, as I stood in the cool, damp air of the canyon practicing my Tai Chi,… Read More
Jordan Mitchell
This morning, as I moved through a slow, deliberate Tai Chi sequence in the Santa Barbara foothills,… Read More
This morning, as I sat with my tea watching the light filter through the oak trees, I… Read More
I remember standing in my kitchen last autumn, the scent of damp earth drifting through the open… Read More
This morning, as I moved through my Tai Chi forms in the cool, damp air of the… Read More
This morning, as I practiced my Tai Chi under the ancient oaks, a single, crimson maple leaf… Read More
This morning, as I was practicing my Tai Chi under the ancient oak near the Santa Barbara… Read More
This morning, as I was finishing my Tai Chi practice, a single, amber maple leaf drifted onto… Read More
The morning air in Santa Barbara was unusually heavy yesterday, thick with a humidity that seemed to… Read More
This morning, as I sat on my porch practicing Tai Chi, I found my focus shattered by… Read More