Category: Life of Carmen

Aging & Dying, Life of Carmen, Uncategorized

When the heart stops beating

One night this past summer I was biking home to Dorje Ling from an evening event at Hollyhock. The night was pitch black , warm and clear with no moon as I pumped and swooped, up and down, eyes wide in the darkness, skin tingling, blood rushing thump thump and all the subtle night smells …