The letter is still poised in my hand, wrapped around my metro card. Addressed with my name. A little brown envelope inviting my attention. I sense excitement and curiosity growing in my body the longer I stand here, gripping the train sway. I open it....
I find myself in two parallel worlds. One of simplicity, light and yoga and the other of a performer, sequins, entertainment and night. So where is the meeting point?
We gathered there, 20 women, from all around the world on the night of the eclipse.
Because after all, we are just human, connected by our stories, experiencing lessons learnt daily.