six years ago, in a different life in d.c., i bought an e.e. cummings book at a book store on capitol hill, near eastern market. whenever i opened the book, i somehow always ended up re-reading my favorite poem of his.

i wanted it tattooed, in my favorite font, courier new, of course. the words, the spacing, the image of this poem pulled me in every time.

i'm starting a new chapter this weekend and as i started preparing for my first weekend of yoga teacher training, i opened the required reading. on the first page of chapter one, i read these words:

"yes is a world

& in this world of 

yes live

(skillfully curled)

all worlds"

- e.e. cummings

the timing (and words) couldn't be more perfect.