subtle_arts_cc

03/02/2026

How can you help someone else this week? Helpers are heroes.

06/01/2026

16/12/2025

Listen to your life. See it for the fathomless mystery that it is. In the boredom and pain of it, no less than in the excitement and gladness. Touch, taste, smell your way to the holy and hidden heart of it, because in the last analysis, all moments are key moments, and life itself is grace.

10/12/2025

This can never be repeated enough. 🤍

24/10/2025

Where is the love?

13/09/2025

2025 feels like a reckoning. Practice patience and observe.

04/09/2025

If you are in the ATL area, please join our dear friend Alena Levine for a Somatic Yoga Workshop. Held at on September 13, this deeply immersive experience is designed to support you in cultivating calm, clarity and presence. The focus will be on a deep somatic exploration of your body, prioritizing your internal experience over your external appearance.

2 hours for all levels. A deeply impactful nervous system reset.

📿📿📿

09/08/2025

East Forest in Atlanta on 8/8 at 8pm. In awe of this insanely gifted human. Tonight was nothing to earn, nothing to learn, only receiving. 🔥♾️🦁

04/06/2025

Be still and sense everything.

26/04/2025

There is always joy to be found…
Saturn, Venus and a beautiful crescent Moon. 🌙 🙂

07/03/2025

A new poem is now up on the Subtle-Arts Blog in honor of Women’s Month. Continuing to celebrate our strength, our importance…

📸: “Round Horse,” by Ukrainan Photographer Oha Stepanian

I like the lady horses best,
how they make it all look easy,
like running 40 miles per hour
is as fun as taking a nap, or grass.

I like their lady horse swagger,
after winning. Ears up, girls, ears up!

But mainly, let’s be honest, I like
that they’re ladies.

As if this big dangerous animal is also a part of me, that somewhere inside the delicate skin of my body, there pumps an 8-pound female horse heart, giant with power, heavy with blood.

Don’t you want to believe it?

Don’t you want to lift my shirt and see the huge beating genius machine that thinks, no, it knows,
it’s going to come in first.

— Ada Limón