Enchantress
Added 2021-12-07 07:08:10 +0000 UTCLast eve in dreams, I saw thee stand,
Like queenly nymphs from Fairy-land—
Enchantress of the flowery wand,
Most beauteous Isadore!
Thy classic brow, like lilies white
And pale as the Imperial Night
Upon her throne, with stars bedight,
Enthralled my soul to thee!
– from a poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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PHOTO: One of many yogis that wandered into my Venice Beach studio to do yoga, sans clothes. My friends had an informal name for my studio; they called it the “Zen Shack”. They said it had a calming affect on everyone who walked in the door. It was not something I consciously set out to achieve. I am still not sure why it affected people that way.
