Lorena Saavedra Smith

Collection of poetry by Thich Nhat Hanh Breathing in, I see myself as a flower. I am the freshness of a dewdrop. Breathing out, my eyes...

I'm the pain in your head, the knot in your stomach, the unspoken grief in your smile. I'm your hot flashes, your fragile low back, your...

[The simple practice of gratitude is recommended medicine to the mind, body and soul] Years ago, when I learned about the science behind...