Bronwyn Ayla

When the White Dew Descends

Yin begins to move downward, Yang settles into the earth, and a sound healing journey carries you into Autumn

The Moon That Stirs the Deep

I came with nothing, I attained nothing, I leave with nothing.

When the training you’ve done isn’t enough

The first crossing starts when you decide not when you arrive.

A morning in the valley where the breath slows on its own