Handstand Reflections e-Chapbook
One day I threw my running shoes in the closet and left the weights at the gym to move into downward dog and join a yoga studio.
As Charles Dickins' writes, my life had come to a point where it was the best of times and the worst of times.
I didn't intend to write poetry, yet found yoga practice to charge my brain like a defibrillator.
These poems are the result. They are some of my most honest reflections on teaching, family, and the gift of life.
I hope you enjoy. If you are at all not pleased and haven't found an ounce of sparked inspiration, just shoot me an email at mark@markwguay.com for a full refund.
One day I threw my running shoes in the closet and left the weights at the gym to move into downward dog and join a yoga studio.
As Charles Dickins' writes, my life had come to a point where it was the best of times and the worst of times.
I didn't intend to write poetry, yet found yoga practice to charge my brain like a defibrillator.
These poems are the result. They are some of my most honest reflections on teaching, family, and the gift of life.
I hope you enjoy. If you are at all not pleased and haven't found an ounce of sparked inspiration, just shoot me an email at mark@markwguay.com for a full refund.
One day I threw my running shoes in the closet and left the weights at the gym to move into downward dog and join a yoga studio.
As Charles Dickins' writes, my life had come to a point where it was the best of times and the worst of times.
I didn't intend to write poetry, yet found yoga practice to charge my brain like a defibrillator.
These poems are the result. They are some of my most honest reflections on teaching, family, and the gift of life.
I hope you enjoy. If you are at all not pleased and haven't found an ounce of sparked inspiration, just shoot me an email at mark@markwguay.com for a full refund.