Breathing into my big toe

Noelle Khalila NicollsLove Letters

With all the noise and rush of life, it is hard to perceive the internal engine that powers my body: what some call the inner body, the living organs and cells hard at work. When I meditate I am getting in touch with the living organism that is my being. A ritual practice of meditation helps to create a space …

How constipated are you?

Noelle Khalila NicollsLove Letters

I am starting to notice how certain patterns of behavior are consistent throughout various areas of my life. For example, I never noticed before how my relationship with my toilette was reflective of my relationship with life. I never stopped to consider what kind of friends I was with my arsehole. So, when I was taking a dump the other …

The light in the darkness

Noelle Khalila NicollsLove Letters

Four points on the compass, Esu-Elegba gate keeps. At the hands of the orisha, the monotony of triumph turns to chaos, and I am brought to my knees. Thunder and lightening, Shango illuminates the way. In the midst of my storm, surrounded by light, I can see. Once upon a time, there was a woman who was stuck in a …

Learning to live off the land

Noelle Khalila NicollsLove Letters

I used to play a lot of competitive sports: gymnastics, football, tennis, athletics, swimming, volleyball, and softball: the list could on and on and on and on. I thought I knew all the muscles in my body by now, but working with a pickaxe brought an entirely new level of awareness. The last time I played barefoot in the dirt …